September marks one year since Personal Responsibility Co-Parenting went live. Lots of shit has happened since we managed to make it around the sun again. We’ve learned lots of lessons such as letting go of control, changes in dynamics, letting your children have their own independent path, what constitutes abuse and what most certainly doesn’t, respecting all parents, and so forth. If you read blogs, this is where I would put in a list of hyperlinks in a mastrabatory manner, which makes you feel the need to click and reread my work. I will refrain but you are welcome to read the archives on the left…you’re welcome.
Some posts were well received and others were not. I don’t apologize for any of them as the only complaints I get are from those who never even attempt my strategies/lessons/wine recommendations/advice/tools.
I’ve been told I should cuss less because it can be a turn off to some readers or in the bullshit world of writing and blogging, “I would be more accessible should I use cleaner language”. Fuck that. Anyone who knows me knows if I didn’t cuss, I probably wouldn’t be able to form a single declarative sentence. I jest, but seriously, not being able to fully express yourself is like angrily hanging up your cell phone by pushing “end call”. It’s SO much more satisfying to slam down a receiver. Go big or go home.
I receive many emails per post. Anyone who has emailed me knows that I answer each request personally and provide answers to any questions you may have. There has been such an outpouring of love and gratitude for those I’ve managed to assist. This isn’t life and death, but it is life altering for both you and your children. If I can make one graduation, dance recital, or soccer game easier for one kid or one parent (but let’s face it, we can drink, so really it’s for the kids), everything I’ve ever written is worth it.
Thank you to all my readers and for your emails, the good and the bad. Even if you disagree, you at least read it and one day when faced with another shitty co-parenting situation you may just try another path for shits and giggles and see a change. Alternately, even if you completely disagree and never implement a single strategy, maybe it will make you think, research, and find a better, and completely different way that is at least less crappy than the status quo.
Mostly, I’m just glad to have made the revolution around the sun once again with my liver still functioning. I screw up daily, but I apologize when I do, and I constantly remind myself to thrive instead of simply survive. Let’s face it: parenting is hard and we need to be helping one another. People are shitty to each other. Women treat each other poorly so often that it is a running joke. Men hold each other back, because they are afraid of competition. Parents compare each and every thing their child does because they feel they need to raise Doogie Howser. Everyone needs to calm the fuck down. Sidenote: I really don’t care when your kid stopped crapping himself. I don’t know any healthy adults who shit their pants so I’m gonna say, it was bound to happen. Good job Timmy! Just stop.
While everyone is better in some ways, you are better in others. Each of you deserve to occupy your space. We all need to be building each other up and providing support. Nothing gets shut down and deleted faster than a “my kid is better than yours” comment here.
All children are hard to raise and all families take work no matter what your family looks like. Let’s decide this year to help each other out. Here’s to a new year of co-parenting! Good luck and drink wine!