I had such high hopes for being a parent. So many things I know or have worked that should make me such a good parent. Oh, how much I thought I knew before I had children who could answer me intelligently.
Every day I see a new mistake and realise how clumsy I am. Not only that, my children are real people with their own minds, wills and decisions. I cannot make them into what I want them to be. This is all quite unsettling!