It‘s a doubt that I have.
Greetings my dear friends. As always I have wanted to write a theme that I like but today is with a reflective theme, it’s the issue of communication with our children.
I have raised my son alone, I don't want to talk about that subject, it is personal, but I do want to say that I have been the voice of character and love that has raised my son's body and mind.
He is a 21-year-old boy with a full heart who understands the pain of others and who is compassionate as well as God-fearing. That he is not afraid of economic restrictions because he has lived them with me. He has will, character and is intelligent.
He has grown under my influence seeing my behavior, respecting my decisions even if he does not agree, tolerating my restrictions and punishments and despite everything, he goes on and on saying that he loves and respects me.
There is something that I have read and that I am continuously hearing this week and it is a phrase that pierces my ears. “Parents cannot be friends with their children because they should only be parents”
This has really got me thinking. Even though my son remembers many things and many occasions where I punished him and in his own way he says that I was unfair, I always end up telling him that before being friends with him I had to be his mother so that today, when he is already an adult, he understands the reason for my decisions.
At school my son always told me when he got home the most important things that happened to him. I always asked him how his day was and he told me. He learned then that he must always tell the truth.
He learned that, although I would be upset by the truth that he would tell me, it was better that I find out from him and not later from others. Because I told him on many occasions that even if I got angry because of how badly he had acted, I would thank him for telling me the truth.
That is how my son grew up telling the truth, although that meant a scolding from me as well as a thank you for telling me. I found out that his friends told him not to tell me anything because their parents were not friends with the children.
My son told me and as he got older his friends told him that the only mom they knew who was a friend to her son was his own mom.
Our mother-son bond of love has grown stronger over the years.
Now he already makes his own decisions because he is a man, but I continue to advise him and he will see if he takes my advice or not, in the end he sometimes thanks me because he ends up concluding that my advice was right and that it was the best thing he could do in a specific situations.
Today he has many friends and as always he tells me about his adventures with them, friends sometimes tell him not to tell anyone what they tell him to which he replies that the only person he tells everything important to is me.
His friends, even if they don't know me, always send me blessings and greetings. Because somehow they know that the advice comes from me.
I don’t like the advices of hate, disrespect, intolerance or rudeness. When he and his friends meet they are rude with each other but they are not rude to me.
Now I wonder with all this stuff about parents not being able to be friends with their children, have I done a bad job of allowing myself to be friends with him?
Will it cost him some price later in life? The fact that, despite having many friends, he considers me his best friend?
What damage have I caused my son by having been his mother with a lot of character, who allowed him to study to the point of not having enough to finish his university degree?
Have I been a bad influence as a mother for having led him to be a good man and to show me that he is a good man, a good son and a good friend?
This is something that I should talk about at some point in a consultation with a psychologist. I need to find out if I really have wronged my son and that I certainly made a mistake being his best friend.
What do you think, are they really friends of your children? And as adults, do they still appreciate them as friends or have they already discarded them as parents and friends?
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Some times I want to rebel or get angry to mum when she give an opinion that I don't like. But I remember she is my mum and she knows that me.😃😃😃😃