It's getting to be the time of year. Dad doesn't work in the spring, which means money's tight. It makes me worry every year that we will not be able to give you want you want as well as what you need. I never want you to feel like you are going without. But I cannot give you the world, or that $100 dollar lego set you want so much. And sometimes, I wish I could just tuck all three of you away at times like these, like dolls. So you wouldn't' have to deal with the stress of everyday living.
It is times like these that I worry if I am raising you right at all. Maybe it shouldn't matter to you that you don't get what you want. Maybe we have spoiled you all, and that was wrong. Maybe we are sheltering you from a world where money doesn't grow on trees and times are tough. Maybe in this world, you should be tougher.
And then i worry that you will be the children on the playground who have the holes in your shoes, and the hand me downs. And the kitchen hair cuts. It's a vicious circle, and as parents, we are screwed one way or another.
But I know one thing we are doing right, and that is that we love you all enough to worry about these things.
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