--When you buy a new appliance it usually comes with a owners manual. That tells you the do’s don’ts of safe operation.
--When you bring a child home from the hospital there’s no manual. Your pretty much on your own.
--Oh there are books you can get, that explain the basic’s. But most of those are often filled intellectual nonsense written by people who have never raised a child. Let alone been in the same room with one.
--Mostly you do the best you can, hoping your doing it right. While listening to people point all the ways your doing it wrong. All the while trying not to get discouraged, and yet keep all the balls in the air.
--There are golden moments along the way that are pure joy, and also moments of pure misery.
--It’s the only job I know that can leave you emotionally wrung out on the one hand, and take you to a spiritual high on the other. All within the course of a single day sometimes.
--As for myself I wouldn’t trade a single moment of it for all the tea in china. Although it would be nice to find the manual, I think maybe that’s the point. It’s up to each of us that are blessed with being a parent to write our own manual’s and share it with our children so when their time comes it might make it a little for them some day..
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