I am a parent who is not just proud of one of my kids, but all of them. I am not biased when it comes to how I feel towards my children; I will always love them equally.
I believe my children are like different fruits; they are all sweet with different tastes; I don’t expect orange to taste like watermelon, I believe they are all unique and special in their way.
When I look back at the struggles I had raising these kids, I can only but laugh and thank God that they turned out so well and lovely.
I wasn’t a parent who loves forcing my opinion on my kids; I always loved hearing them out and trying to correct them if necessary.
I groomed them to always trust and confide in me and it is my biggest flex as I know everything about them.
They were points my friends advised me against giving them rooms to make their own decisions; they always felt I was spoiling them and one told me to my face they aren’t going to turn out well for any reason.
I know my kids very well like my palms and I will always vouch for their actions.
One of the scenarios that brought issues in the family was when my kids wanted to choose a vocation and I allowed follow their passion, instead of the regular surgeon vocation which was imposed on my husband’s siblings.
They said it was a family profession and at least the first child should carry it on; I refused to let them push my child into something he didn’t want to do.
These kids knew I loved them so much and whenever they want to take a major decision in their life; they always be like let me call my mom, she knows best.
I love all my kids, no matter how grown they are, they will always be my little angels.