I am not fair and I do deprive my children.
I am positive that my children feel this way often. I am neither fair to them nor give them the things they "need". I've heard it through their lamenting [aka: crying], through their loud voices [aka: yelling], through interpretive displays [aka: tantrums]. And their questions do not get the answers they deserve [aka: want to hear]. I had one such encounter this past Sunday with my son David. He came to me with a heavy sigh and the famous "Mom, I'm bored." cry. The next thing I knew I was channeling my mother and I heard the words come out of my mouth, "Go read a book then." I heard those words many times as a child. As a side note, it stuck. My love for reading grew. I found my boredom would disappear as I entered worlds unexplored! My mom took me several times monthly to our local public library. I grew up loving it there. Of course when you are young you don't really see the depth of it all. Now looking back that was som