﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>brainbliss's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/brainbliss</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from brainbliss</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/brainbliss</link></image><item><title>Kids</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/brainbliss/618021171/kids.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/brainbliss/618021171/kids.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 19:19:48 GMT</pubDate><description>Sometimes, I wonder if I am a good parent.&amp;nbsp; It's not like I turn the television on and say, "Watch it, daddy's got to go out for a little while."&amp;nbsp; I don't leave them in hot cars by themselves, and I never, ever dress them in clothes with their first name embroidered on the front.&amp;nbsp; Still, I sometimes wonder if who I am - the things that I do, and believe - makes me a bad parent.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sometimes, the small things in life seem unimportant to me.&amp;nbsp; I always seem to forget about the moment, because I am too interested in what's happening two weeks from now, or whenever.&amp;nbsp; I'm tired because of the constant pace of my life, and this affects doing things with my kids.&amp;nbsp; There are many days when we don't go swimming, or go to the park, or whatever, because I am just tired.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I also have a very difficult time really telling people how I feel about them.&amp;nbsp; Now, I can tell my daughter and son that I love them - and I do so a lot.&amp;nbsp; I can kiss and hug them.&amp;nbsp; My fear is that my relationship with them will become like my relationship with my father, where I don't really know anything about him - where we talk every couple of months, but nothing ever gets said.&amp;nbsp; I am afraid that this will be me 20 years from now, wanting to say everything but stumbling over even the most simple of words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And finally there are times when I see no hope in anything.&amp;nbsp; I see such evil in the world, and I feel guilty for bringing my children into it.&amp;nbsp; They're so nice, so innocent.&amp;nbsp; And someday they are going to have to learn that not everybody who smiles at them is their friend, and that people won't like them because of their own insecurities.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This hurts me the most.&amp;nbsp; Knowing that someday my daughter and son will be too embarassed to do the things they find joy in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pray for me, for them, and for everyone else. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;B&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/brainbliss/618021171/kids.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>