When I was a little girl, I really wanted my mother to be interested in my life. Alas, she was not interested. I suffered a lot from this. Therefore, I promised myself that I would be both a mother and a friend to my children.
Now I am a mom. My beauties are 8 years old. We changed our place of residence, we live in the village. Babies enough. And of course there are quarrels and quarrels between them.
The daughters had a friend with whom they later went to grade 1. At first everything was fine. But then the girl showed her true face. And I think that the fault lies entirely with my mother. She doesn’t really bother to raise a child. They often have guests with alcohol. Then they can get into the car (drunk) and go to the sea. And the girl does what she wants.
For example, she can go for a walk far from home. For me it is unacceptable. I always have to know where my children are and what they do. Anyway, in our family there are rules. A friend all lined daughters in violation of these rules.
The last straw was the fact that daughters pushed around! What kind of friendship is this, where is one queen, and the rest are servants? Here is my patience and burst. I forbade my daughters to be friends with this child. Now I see that she has no one to play with. But I will not change my decision. Maybe I’m wrong, girls?