Hard disagree. Kids are different, have different needs, and behave differently. Parents also have a wide variety of support structures around them, which also has a huge impact on how difficult raising kids is.
There are people who will struggle to be good parent regardless of other factors, but that is not the only reason raising kids might be hard. I’m glad you haven’t had some of the struggles other people have, but you sound like the guy born on third who thought he got a home run.
…yeah, I actually should have left that part off. It was unnecessarily fussy of me, and I apologize for putting that in. I stand by the rest of what I said, but that part was an unnecessary personal attack.
In baseball, you can only score by getting past the opposing team without being tagged with the ball; which usually requires your teammates to keep them busy as you move from one safe base to the next. To start from third (last before scoring) and think you hit a home run is to start out almost done and think you did the whole thing without support.
Again, I apologize for putting that in - we have not had easy kids, and the “skill issue” comment hit a nerve.
My parents took my sister and I to China, Hawaii, Europe, as well as other vacations when I was like 10-14 or something. I knew it wasn’t normal when we were doing it, like my friends families weren’t doing this, but I didn’t realize how unusual it was until much later. I definitely respect them for not leaving us, the kids, out of it, and teaching us how to travel, but man it’s crazy to spend that much money on a kid that’ll only remember a fraction of the trip at best.
Tangentially, speaking of memory - in China specifically, I remember being kinda swarmed by locals taking selfies with us, as my sister and I were two blond white kids, which isn’t an everyday sight there. I still wonder if we’re in any photo albums.
i was hell incarnation but my sister was calm and playful. Each kids is a new experience.
Plus we travel nonstop until we were teens. Because we can finally tell mom no. I hate traveling so much now. 2 days road trips one way and forced to do homework in car. Miserable. Don’t get me started on planes.
Skill issue. Kids are really not that hard if you take it seriously like any other job. Traveling is mostly dead though until they turn teen.
Hard disagree. Kids are different, have different needs, and behave differently. Parents also have a wide variety of support structures around them, which also has a huge impact on how difficult raising kids is.
There are people who will struggle to be good parent regardless of other factors, but that is not the only reason raising kids might be hard. I’m glad you haven’t had some of the struggles other people have, but you sound like the guy born on third who thought he got a home run.
Don’t understand your baseball metaphor, not an american.
…yeah, I actually should have left that part off. It was unnecessarily fussy of me, and I apologize for putting that in. I stand by the rest of what I said, but that part was an unnecessary personal attack.
In baseball, you can only score by getting past the opposing team without being tagged with the ball; which usually requires your teammates to keep them busy as you move from one safe base to the next. To start from third (last before scoring) and think you hit a home run is to start out almost done and think you did the whole thing without support.
Again, I apologize for putting that in - we have not had easy kids, and the “skill issue” comment hit a nerve.
My parents took my sister and I to China, Hawaii, Europe, as well as other vacations when I was like 10-14 or something. I knew it wasn’t normal when we were doing it, like my friends families weren’t doing this, but I didn’t realize how unusual it was until much later. I definitely respect them for not leaving us, the kids, out of it, and teaching us how to travel, but man it’s crazy to spend that much money on a kid that’ll only remember a fraction of the trip at best.
Tangentially, speaking of memory - in China specifically, I remember being kinda swarmed by locals taking selfies with us, as my sister and I were two blond white kids, which isn’t an everyday sight there. I still wonder if we’re in any photo albums.
i was hell incarnation but my sister was calm and playful. Each kids is a new experience.
Plus we travel nonstop until we were teens. Because we can finally tell mom no. I hate traveling so much now. 2 days road trips one way and forced to do homework in car. Miserable. Don’t get me started on planes.