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One Year Anniversary of Fairytales!!!

I just want to thank all of my subscribers, fans, and random people who stumble upon my blog while being bored online for all the support you’ve given me. It’s been exactly one year today when I first posted on this blog. Thank you all so much again! I could not have done it without you! (:

– Jenny

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What Is It Like To Be A Parent?

I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be a parent. The love shared from a child to their parent is precious and should never be taken for granted. It’s a wonderful feeling to know you can always depend on your parents for everything and anything. However, there comes a time where loving, in my opinion, can be taken too far.

Like when they’re down your throat every five minutes, wondering whether or not your doing your homework. Sure, they are just looking out for you. They want you to be successful in school, so then later in life you can be successful in your career. I understand that. But it gets annoying after a while, don’t you think?

And when they say no to you asking if you can go to a friends house, twenty minutes away from ours might I add, because they don’t know them. But now that I think about it, they’ve met my friend’s mother, twice, with my grandparents for one of the times. And they’ve met my friend many times. They like my friend, they just don’t want me over their house. Which makes no sense to me.

There comes a time in every parent’s lives where worrying will take control over everything else. They won’t have time to sit, relax, watch the TV, even with your children. Because they’ll be too busy worrying what to make for dinner, if their kids did their homework, if they’re happy, or if they’re not even hungry for dinner.

I understand becoming a parent can change you. It adds a lot more responsibility onto your shoulders that you never thought you needed to take care of, but you do. I just think that sometimes, parents who worry too much about their children and family can take it over board… a lot.

Take my mother for instance. She just turned forty-six this past Sunday. She’s a teaching assistant for kindergarten and she loves her job. She has many friends, old and new, and family who love her. Including our two dogs, Amber and Chloe. You would think that she’s not that worrisome, not that neurotic, not that stressed. At least, I would assume you would think so. But she’s all of these adjectives and more.

This article isn’t just some seventeen year old girl complaining about how her mother is annoying and down her throat all the time. Because, yes, I’ll admit it. It is. However, I’m also, if you haven’t already realized, looking at the point of view of being a parent. I never like biased, one-sided situations. I like to look at the whole picture, front and back, before I even think, let alone speak, an opinion.

You’re probably thinking that I’m a teenager. What do I know about parenting? Yes, I’ve take the course Parenting in school, and even brought home that baby doll that cries and makes you never sleep on a school night when you’re just fifteen years old. But I think that I’ve read enough, seen enough, experienced enough to know some things about the stresses of parenting. No, I’m not saying I know everything, because I know that I don’t. How can I? I haven’t even learned calculus yet, and probably half of you reading this don’t even remember learning it, so I don’t know everything.

But I feel like I can make a some-what fair opinion of parenting. My side, from the eyes of a child, would say that,

“It’s not fair my mother has to be breathing down my throat every five minutes. I wish she would leave me alone, and trust me to do my homework or make myself dinner.”

But then, the motherly side of me (and even though I might be seventeen, I still have motherly traits. I mean, I’m a young lady. It’s my hormones that make me motherly) would say that,

“I have to worry about my daughter. What if she forgets she had homework, she’ll get a bad grade, which could lead to not graduating high school, which could lead to a non-successful career for her.”

Now, I’ll just come straight-out. The motherly side of me was bull shit, but it’s the gist of what my mother usually thinks.

You’re probably wondering why I’m even writing this.

1) It’s a good stress reliever for me to vent out my frustrations. Certain ones because of my mother.

And 2) I would like all parents, for the sake of their mentality and their children’s to listen to this.

Stop stressing and worrying so much. You can’t make a path for your child to follow in life. You have to let them make it and choose it themselves. The most you can do is push them in the right direction, teach them right from wrong, make them happy, and the rest will just fall into place for them. I understand everybody wants their children to be successful and happy in life, I know I want my future children to be successful and happy. But you all just need to sit down and relax. Watch TV with your kids, even if it’s something silly like Spongebob Squarepants or South Park. Stop worrying so much. Life wasn’t made for you to worry over. It was made to enjoy, relax, and be happy with who you are and who you surround yourselves with.

So there’s the end of my rant. I should probably show my mother this. I hope she doesn’t get mad that I shared to the world that she’s a worrisome parent. But seriously? Who isn’t? This was mostly written for my mother anyways. That little bit of advice I just wrote above is for my mother. And I know that there are many other mothers and fathers out there that are just like mine, so listen to my advice as well.

Moral of the story (rant): Life wasn’t made for you to worry over. It was made to enjoy, relax, and be happy with who you are and who you surround yourselves with.

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Happy New Year! Another Year Of Leaving My Childhood Behind? I Think So.

After so many years of celebrating New Years, I’ve realized I’ve been taking it for granted.

You know when the ball drops in Times Square on the television everybody screams, “Happy New Year!” and blows on their noisemakers. Then we hug EVERYONE, wishing them a Happy and Healthy. Then we go back to socializing, like nothing even happened. At least that’s how my New Years has been since I can remember. I probably won’t start actual partying until next year when I’m eighteen. But that’s beside the point.

I’ve realized that I don’t ever, EVER, have a New Years resolution. Everybody always talks about it; how no one sticks with it. And the news channels and Internet go crazy with ways to keep your resolutions. But I’ve never paid any attention to them, because I never had a resolution. And if I did, it was something stupid like to not date anybody, so my heart doesn’t get broken…again. But then feelings get in the way and you end up forgetting about the whole thing.

But this New Years, I almost cried. Not that anything bad happened. It was the same boring party with family friends I have every year.

I almost cried, because:

1) This will be my last New Years as a child, under the United States law.

2) A whole year has passed and I’ve been taking the whole thing for granted. In September, I’ll be eighteen and in college. I won’t be with any of my childhood friends. I’ll have to start all over. Sure, I’m excited. But I’m also scared.

3) I’m scared.

4) I feel like my childhood is almost all behind me and I want to keep holding on. I know I’ll be fine on my own, I’m very independent and can take care of myself, but that’s not why I want to keep holding on. I want that childhood bliss. The feeling of knowing that everything is all right. There’s no such thing as bad except for the monsters in your closet or a scraped knee from falling off the swings.

Another year gone, means another year I’m pulled farther away from being a kid. And being innocent and ignorant.

And happy.

Now, I’m not saying that being an adult is horrible and it means you should be miserable. But you can tell the difference between an adult and a child very easily.

An adult has stress, responsibility, and fear. Fear from just how horrible and cruel the world really is. Terrorists, natural disasters, murders. Your eyes are open to everything and it won’t ever go away.

A child has no stress other than doing their homework, which also falls under the lines of responsibility. They have fear, but for all the different reasons. They know no such thing as terrorists or murders. The only thing scary in their lives is the Count on Sesame Street. (I always thought he was scary. He’s a vampire who likes math! Who in their right mind would like that?)

But if you see my point then you know why I’m scared and I felt like crying on New Years. So when you ask everyone if they had a Happy New Year, my answer would be, “No.” Simple and blunt as that. Unlike this huge rant of mine.

And my New Years resolution?

To not take things for granted, even the little things, and enjoy every minute of my life no matter if I’m an adult or a child. Or even in-between.

And this one, I will stick with. Because it’s easier than trying to loose weight (not that I need to), eating healthier, or trying to control your feelings for the opposite sex.

So let’s welcome 2011 and say goodbye to 2010. Not with regret or remorse. But with contentment that another good year passed by, even if there were downsides. Like my childhood slowly falling out of my grasp.

Happy New Year everybody.

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