Even waaaaaaaaaay back before I had kids, if you asked me what the hardest job in the world was, I'd still have said parenting.
I think for maybe ONE second I thought it might be easy, you know, when they can feed, clothe, and entertain themselves. But then, at that point, they can talk back, roll their eyes at you intentionally, and scream things like "I hate you" as they run full speed into their room while they blast some ridiculously loud bad music sung by a 12 year old with dyed blonde hair.
But aside from that one second, it's hard. And quite frankly, something not to be taken lightly.
Have we all forgotten that we are raising little humans, that will then be adults that must function in society, with other humans? I watch Super Nanny, I read stories about Britney "falling asleep" at the night club, and I hear names like "Reign Beau" and think, WTH is going on?
I'm by far not the perfect parent, nor do I hope or ascribe to the moniker "Sancti-mommy," but when your kids are beating you up and throwing food on the floor, you do something. When did watching the Saddam hanging become acceptable television? When did listening to ridiculous music that degrades women and promotes violence become okay?
C'mon people. Let's step it up here! No more selling out -- giving in -- playing it safe. I don't care if my daughter is a doctor, lawyer, or clown (professional one, that is). I just want her to grow up with a strong backbone, solid self esteem, respect for others, and a damn good taste in clothing and accessories.
Is that too much to ask?