I have to admit I struggle with being a fully-attentive parent. Not going to lie. I get sucked in by my phone. I get distracted by household tasks. I get carried away on my laptop. I don’t engage in conversation in the car.
My kids are 2, 2, and 4 (yup, I have twins), and it’s rough being fully-attentive with so much action underfoot. I mean, don’t get me wrong, for the last four years I have been VERY involved. There is a LOT of food preparation, diaper changing, baby carrying, book reading, sibling rivalry intervention, and the like going on constantly, but as much attention as they require, I’m still not “fully-attentive.”
I struggle with the tension of wanting the to work things out on their own, have free and imaginative play, not be hovered over and micro-managed, with the pull I have to selfishly “ignore” them. I love my kids. I mean, I REALLY love them. They are amazing, fascinating people. They are more interesting and surprising and hilarious than I ever could have imagined. They are also extremely draining, and also, ALWAYS there.
I want to be a fully-attentive parent, but not a helicopter parent. Engaged, but not their sole source of entertainment. Involved, but not overbearing. It’s a fine line. And further complicated by the battle in my heart…