The other day, the DJs on a local radio station were asking the question to their listening audience if anyone would admit to being jealous of their own children. I didn't really think anyone would admit to that, but anonymity is often a catalyst for unfiltered truth (imagine what kind of truths could be on this blog if you didn't know who I was...)
Some woman called in saying that she was jealous of her child who got to do and experience things that she could not while she sat at home... like travelling abroad in college. The DJs asked if there would ever be an instance where a father would be jealous of his son if he brought home a very attractive girl. Frankly, I think that's just creepy and wrong, but I'm sure it could happen.
Do I ever see being jealous of my own children? I don't know. It seems like every finite statement that I make lately in regards to children gets served back to me, and I have to eat it. I'm not unhappy with my life thus far so I hope that I don't try to live too vicariously through my own children and then live to be jealous of them.
Don't we all enter into parenthood wanting the best for our children and wanting more for them than we had, whether that be more opportunities, a nicer home, more experiences? If that's really the case, how can we be jealous of them when we are the ones who have striven to give them those very things we are jealous of?
Many times we are our own worst enemies, always wanting what we can't have. If you have regrets in your life that are causing you to be unjustly jealous of your own children, then it's time to make some changes in your own life: go on a European vacation, go back to school, do something you love, and be happy (and be happy for your children!).
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Cyndi M. Frick
This lifestyle blog is my outlet to share and advise about the things I love. I always have an opinion!