The Rest Is Gravy

I am a mother of two children. I love both of my sons in different ways, various degrees, yet I'd like to say, equally.

I used to be a mother of several children, not in actuality, but professionally. You see, I am also an English teacher and being a teacher for ten years has taught me a great deal about parenting but it took me a long time to learn.

My first son, Ken, has suffered because of my lack of parenting skills. At the age of five, he still speaks like a two year old. That's because I wasn't able to train him how to talk. I let the TV become his baby sitter, and now, he is suffering ridicule from his classmates. I had become too busy with my career, being a mother to children that I don't even know. I had forgotten about my own child's development and what he is now is actually my fault.

Now, I have Roswell, my second child. I promised myself that he wouldn't have to become like his brother. So I decided to temporarily quit my job and give my time to my two children. I think it's not yet too late to remedy Ken's inabilities. He's five years old, and I know that he will still learn. I don't want to become a bad parent anymore. I quit my job because I want to give them the most precious gift I have available . . .

I read from an article that the best gift that your child can have is the gift of time with you. Reading, singing, playing, dancing, catching fireflies --- it's all good. The rest is gravy. . . and based from experience, I totally agree.