#parentingconfessional

My son is a very different thinker with a dark sense of humor. I teach at his school, and he gets bullied for both being different and for me being there. I secretly wish I could beat the crap out of those other kids.

I resent having to leave the door to our one bathroom unlocked when I take a shower. My husband thinks it’s hilarious to troop in with the two kids and hold them over the top of the shower curtain yelling 'HI MAMA!' Privacy is a taboo idea in my household. I miss the days when I had a fifteen minute window here and there to be actually, completely, alone.

If you hit your child you don't deserve children.

I told my 5yo daughter that ear wax was poisonous. 'Like Snow White's apple?' she asked. 'Exactly,' I said. She's taken a break from eating her earwax.

My father was extremely abusive. My mother took everything out on me and told me to kill myself multiple times and that no one wanted me. I’m happily married, getting my doctorate, and just had a son. I want to give him the world and never ever want him to feel like I did. Never. I want him to feel loved and supported.

I seriously considered divorcing my A-type husband after he glued our 6-year-old son's Legos together instead of letting our son create his own designs.

I grew up the less loved kid in my family. Never heard someone say I was their favorite; never heard "I love you" from my parents. When my baby is born, I'll make sure I tell him "I love you" every day.

I stopped the car in front of the county jail and told my teen to get out. I explained it was the safest place to drop her, and if she didn't stop talking back one of us would end up there anyway. She stopped talking back.