Good morning people,I was going to write today about my loathing of the president, but that's just WAY too much to get into today and I do not have enough Zen to get into it.Then I thought about writing about all the man babies crying because they chose a woman to play the next Doctor on Doctor Who, but I decided to actually post that to a Geek/Nerd Blog that I co-write on.Then I thought I might complain about.........................Wait, why am I always complaining? Is that really all this blog is going to be about? I mean yes, it is "Byron's Rants About Life", but, must all Rants be inherently negative? A rant is defined as "to speak or shout at length in a wild, impassioned way." So must all Rant's be complaints, or can you Rant in an uplifting manner? Well, I guess technically that would be a Rave then wouldn't it? Course there are 3 main definitions to the word Rave. First there is Rave is in a wild party, usually electronic music and lots of drugs, but not necessarily. Second there is Rave as in to "talk wildly or incoherently, as if one were delirious or insane." Third there is the definition that I am leaning towards which is to "speak or write about someone or something with great enthusiasm or admiration."So if there are Rants, then occasionally I should share Rave's as well. I should be just as passionate about the good things as I am about the bad. This page will always have more Rant's than Rave's because our world is far from perfect and there are sooooo many things that need fixed. So, here is a rave post:I want to make it very clear just how happy I am to have the parents that I have, and how I am trying my best to use their example as a basis of how I should be as a parent. Now, my parent's and I have PLENTY of things that we disagree on and will probably never see eye to eye about, and there is nothing wrong with that. The important thing is that no matter what happens, I know my parents still love me. They may disagree with me often, or become disappointed in me, but the love is ALWAYS there no matter what. They also back me up on parenting things, which is an awesome feeling. Had an issue with the oldest the other day while at my parents that involved the child being rude to his mother after being scolded for his attitude. My mother immediately tells my wife she can go outside for a breather (we were headed out the door anyway), and I start having a chat with the child. As I am having this chat I am hearing my fathers own words coming out of my mouth and I am watching him try his hardest not to laugh at me in the corner. I am literally using words that I swore to him I would NEVER tell my child, and they are just streaming out of my mouth with ease. Then, when I hit the point where he doesn't seem to be catching on or is past the point where my words are having an effect, my father steps in and backs up everything I said just in a different way. He reminds him of a time when apparently the child and him had almost the exact same conversation about this same topic. Then my mother relates a story to the child to fit the story. I finish up and we walk outside for him to apologize to his mother. My parents are always there for me and my siblings in the best ways they can be, but never outside of their own comfort zones. Sometimes this means that they have to treat different siblings different, which always annoyed me as a child, but now as a parent I realize that was the right move. I don't know how often now as a parent I have to punish my children for something and realize that I was a complete jerk to my parents when they punished me for the same thing so I call them up and apologize. I would say it happens two of three times a month that I make that call. Now in all honesty, I should be making that call almost daily. I wasn't the best child growing up, but with my mental issues they did the best they could. There really wasn't much info out at the time for ADHD & Anxiety, and most people didn't think anxiety was an actual mental affliction beyond occasional bad days. So a lot of kids got misdiagnosed as ADHD when it was actually anxiety issues. My problem was that I had both, but was only getting treated for one, which made the other worse. So my parents were fighting an uphill battle against obstacles that didn't make sense with only the limited info they were being given, but they NEVER gave up.That is what I am striving for now with my kids. I am striving to be the parent who never gives up. Striving to be the parent who's children know that he is always there for them no matter what. Striving to be the parent who loves his children regardless of what is going on and how else I might feel about them. I want my children to know, like I know with my parents, that no matter what they always have a home. I want them to know that no matter what, they can always come to me. I may not always be able to help, but I will always be here.So this is my Rave of my parents, who did the best they could, gave me all the love they had, and raised someone that I hope they can be proud of, even when we don't see eye to eye.
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