So much to say but can never find the words to say it

     All day long  I think of stuff I want to blog about. When it comes time to sit down and actually write it I go blank. I feel the need that I want to make the things I write entertaining. I mean who wants to read something boring? I guess they can't all be a hit right? Tonight I was on facebook (suprise) and my friend posted a link to another blog. It was about a woman whose son wanted to dress up like Daphne from Scooby Doo for Halloween. He went to school and the parents were making comments. This really got me thinking about life.
     Why is it so many parents cannot accept their children for who they are? Even if they are not doing what you wanted them to with their life why not support them? Let them be happy. Let them live. They are not going to learn if they don't make their own mistakes. Hell I see adults every day making mistakes. No matter how much we protect them it is going to happen. It is our job to be their for them. To cheer them on when they are doing good and hold their hand when they aren't.
     I want each all of my children to get a great education and make something of themselves. The odds are that it might not be the case. Who knows what they will decide to do with their lives. I just point them in the right direction and hope they follow it, but love them still if they don't.
     I have noticed in life people judge others so harsly. You get reamed for your parenting choices. If you spank you are wrong, if you don't spank your wrong too. So many choices we have to make. Breast or bottle, cloth or disposable, discipline, schools... the list goes on and on. I think we sometimes forget that we are human and may not always make the right choices. The person next to me might not agree, but who cares? Does that give them the right to look down their nose at me? They think it does. What they don't know is I don't care what they think and neither should anyone else. I know my kids are loved. They know they are loved, they show it every day. So maybe you don't like they way I handled a situation with my children. I did what works for us.
     My whole point is instead of spending so much time hating people for the choices they make maybe we should just accept that everyone is different. Just because I wouldn't do something a certain way but you do doesn't make you wrong. Nor does it make me right. It just makes us different.