Nope it was fine. Just like I mourned, the thing about that homework journal was it was so AUTHENTIC. I mean my kid said what he meant EXACTLY and was like "This is who I am." He wrote an entry SO EPIC the teacher actually wrote a paragraph ARGUING with him about his thoughts which she clearly did not entirely grasp, but she was annoyed enough to respond a whole paragraph and then had to give him an A plus. LOL.
It is my favorite thing I ever read.
But, just like my son, who has been socialized, someone expressed their discomfort, so I took them down. Voluntarily. Like my child has now grown older, since someone was "uncomfortable" I took them down rather than tolerating that person's discomfort or telling them to go pound sand or put me on ignore.
The sin was mine. One day, when I am dead, I will be able to stand before my Creator and state, "As a child, I thought I was pretty okay. You know? I was pretty happy but over time I began to believe I could never, ever be enough and the more I met with disapproval, the more I freaking caved." And if I am correct my Creator will scoop me up and hug me and say, "You did the best you could."
This is simply ONE reason why I adore children. I hate this society of inauthenticity. Freaking... rating everything. PMs expressing disapproval. Children are refreshing, and I have dealt with many and helped them navigate the shark infested waters, while holding true to what they think and believe, which is not always easy in this world.
I hate the world so much sometimes and quite often my place in it. I know my son will grow up and probably brave enough to return to his roots, or better, I miss that little one and he's just at the stage where he shouldn't think the same as me, but I miss that little kid. He was AWESOME. Fearless.
There have been times in the past where I have also been braver but like, well, sometimes you just can't do anything and I'm pretty worn out.
Anna