In her column, Tracy shares experiences and lessons learnt as she navigates life and grows with her two boys. To share your views email Tracy on [email protected] In her column, Tracy shares experiences and lessons learnt as she navigates life and grows with her two boys. To share your views email Tracy on [email protected]
This past week, I found myself in a place that I don't think enough mothers talk about.
A place where I questioned everything: Every decision, every lesson, every conversation, every parenting choice I've made over the last seven years. And it all started with a message from my son's teacher.
The message was sent in the parent WhatsApp group and, on the surface, it seemed simple enough. Parents were encouraged to teach their children kindness and help them understand that not everybody grows up the same way. That some children have more and some have less. That compassion matters. I sat reading it and felt my stomach sink. Not because my child is perfect. Far from it.
My seven-year-old has tantrums. He can be stubborn. He argues like he's preparing for a career in law. He pushes boundaries. He tests my patience. In other words, he's a normal child.
