Help, I'm stuffy! ? Why we became what we never wanted at the time
I think it was when I found myself surfing on a dog breeder site. Man, house, child, dog? only the will to acquire the latter, after the remainder already existed, made it official: I was stuffy. And is it still? Unfortunately, the shocking insight could not change that. I used to be one of those who had the most daring plans. My room was paved with pictures of visions of what it would look like, my beautiful adult life. Definitely different from the boring life of my parents. Hach, what did I feel sublime in my belief in how cool I would be! They would turn green with envy, all the doubters and wrongdoers who repeated it mantramäßig: "Yeah, you'll grow up first!" Yes, that's exactly what I would do. And they would experience their blue miracle if they saw how crazy and crazy I would still live with a child and a cone! And now that.
Are the others the same?
Everything has it's time
I've been thinking for a long time about whether I'm ashamed of my 18 year old. Yes, a little bit, maybe, the dog was really over the top. But the rest? Mh. I believe that you can not imagine in a dream what it's like to have children before it really happens. That even infants (maybe mine but were also very stuffy) to blow the march, if you travel with them too much. That even toddlers are already able to make friends. That parents, as soon as they are grandparents, no longer annoying, but the best babysitter in the world. And that one suddenly has the need for security, even if one has to radiate it. All of this then quietly replaces the dreams of Shaolin arts, dolphins, and beach cafes at the other end of the world. Is that bad? I do not think so. We just can not start by blaming our children for having big dreams. Recently, my older daughter told me that she later wants to become a whale researcher and wants to sail the world on research vessels all her life. What I thought: "Yeah, you'll grow up first!" What I said: "I think that's great, I'll come visit you in the Antarctic!" And who knows, maybe I'll find her right there. Then I'll celebrate her for making sure she does not become a philistine. For my part, I'm actually not really, if I really think about it again. After all, I do not have a dog. And that is clearly one of them!
