Bothersome: (adj) troublesome
Being unprepared, unaware and barely beyond the scope of a child myself, I had no idea what to do. Matter of fact, from the time I was nineteen until I turned fifty-six, I parented seven young men–four of my own and three I adopted.
Can I tell you how I would describe the experience?
Because children do not come into the world to confirm our intelligence and prowess, but rather, to challenge it.
Yet anyone who questions my personal authority and space is annoying. If they happen to live in my house, eat the food I provide and nag me for money, it is even more treacherous.
But in the process of realizing that parenting is bothersome, you come to an understanding that living is not about finding a sense of well-being, but instead, taking the chaos, calming yourself and stilling the storm.
In doing this, you find your sense of satisfaction, purpose and achievement.
Life always arrives at eighty-five miles an hour.
It is up to you to be the traffic cop to slow it down.
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