If there’s one thing I’ve learned throughout my life experiences is that more often than not, my children were right. They were right when I thought I was right. They were right when I thought they were wrong. They, as my children, could see things that I couldn’t, at least until time showed me just what it was that they could see.
“Through the eyes of a child…”
My children are all grown now yet I can look back and remember times that they had a strong opinion about a situation that I was in or about something I was doing. At the time I thought that they were just children, they couldn’t possibly know what I was going through.
But the truth is, as children they didn’t have to know.
As children they could see through their eyes of innocence.
As children they could feel that something was wrong for their mother.
As children they had a sixth sense, one that as I’ve grown older I wish I’d paid more attention to or listened to.
We often dismiss the opinions of our children simply because they are our children. I’ve learned through time and experience that that isn’t always true.
Sometimes our children see what we, as adults, can’t.
There are days that I wish I had listened to their opinion and feelings, yet if I do that I’d end up living a life of regret but instead just take my accountability that I was wrong.
There were so many times that I should have listened to them.
And for what it’s worth, I’m listening now.
And for those times I hope that they can forgive me.
I try not to regret those times but instead consider them a learning experience, a life lesson, if you will.
There are no perfect mothers or fathers but there are mothers and fathers that try their best.
And that’s what I’ve tried to do.
Sometimes my best wasn’t good enough yet it’s all in the past. As long as I’ve learned from it, that’s the best I can do.
I wish, as adults, we could see life “through the eyes of a child.”
But there’s always hope that we can still learn how.
Wishing you love and light,