I’ve been told I don’t love my son enough because I work full-time.
I’ve dealt with “Ano ba yan?!” kind of stares from strangers at restaurants when my then-toddler shouted at our table.
I saw folks stare at my 6-year-old’s stained khaki pants during graduation. Even I was surprised — those black stains sure weren’t there when we left the house!
It’s tough to be a parent, especially when you feel like you’re being judged; judged by how your son looks, how he behaves, even how you behave as a parent. We’re just an extremely judgmental culture. I have judged fellow parents as well. I’m not proud to admit that, but hey, I do. And I’m trying not to. Because there’s a story behind every thing that you see — mostly stories of love.
TANG captured it beautifully. Here’s a video TANG released over a week ago that’s gone viral:
Have you ever experienced being judged as a parent? Don’t worry. As long as you do your best to make a home, it will always matter more than any kind of judgment. Tang believes we are defined by what happens at home. Tang #WeAreHomemade
“Be kind for everyone you meet is finding a hard battle,” Plato shared. In some cases, they may be hard battles. In other cases, they may have been moments of love and fun and joy that resulted in those crooked ties and rouged cheeks. Fellow parents, for as long as you fill your home with LOVE, you are doing fine. WE are doing fine.
I’ve been told I don’t love my son enough because I work full-time. Everything I do is for my family, for my son. Whether I do it full-time, stay-at-home, freelance… my motivation will be the same. Working longer hours doesn’t mean I love my son less than other Moms.
I’ve dealt with “Ano ba yan?!” kind of stares from strangers at restaurants when my then-toddler shouted at our table. He was a tot and had a speech delay. He wanted very much to express what he wanted but he couldn’t, and was frustrated when we couldn’t understand each other. I was frustrated too. So he wasn’t being a brat. He was a tot struggling to express himself.
I saw folks stare at my 6-year-old’s stained khaki pants during graduation. Even I was surprised — those black stains sure weren’t there when we left the house! Yup, he went on stage with those black marks by the ankles, and it was fine. He got them when he ran around the auditorium with his classmates, a wonder for him who likes to keep to himself. Those black marks were a sign he was learning to reach out to other kids and was doing great at it.
We parents tend to be hard on ourselves. I say, let go and just love. Just fill your homes with lots of love. Hold your children. Love your children. Carry on doing your best to make a home and all will be fine, all will be loved, and our children will grow up defined by the loving moments we helped create for them at home.