Serious Question about parenting?

Do parents really love their kids?





do they really love their kids and avoid them when they get older?


Do they really love their kids and keep it real even after age?

Or is it just some big mistake and people are like tired of feeding people and get sick of it and be like im tired of your nonsense sir?




i cant seem to figure this out because no one keeps it real at all period. is it because people change or what and im not all strung out on how can i have more friends but what is the reasoning behind a normal relationship?

reply to post by Paranormal Overlord

Your questions make me wonder if you may be having problems in your relationship with your parents or your children. I am more inclined to think
you may be very unhappy at this time.

I cannot speak for all parents but I can tell you that I and my friends do love our children.

I welcome visits from my children and I visit them. We see each other daily. Daughter and her family live on one side of my property and son lives on the other side of me.

We are very involved in each others lives. Daughter is 32 and son is 39. We work, worry, play and pray together. They both own their own businesses and I am a consultant for both of them.

Our relationship is definitely very real. We could not fool each other if we tried. We know each other too well to not be real.

I will admit that neither of my children were planned. Both were happily anticipated and welcome into my life. I consider them blessings from God.

During their growing years we did have some rough times. There were times when I wanted to run away and never look back. Also times when I wanted to beat the heck out of my children. But with love and God's help we survived.

I always told them I hoped they had children that were just like them and they did. What goes around comes around.

naw i see it as more the merrier.

i hope they want to come see me when im 70 years old with my great grand kids ect...
that meant i live forever...my own immortality machine.

if you are bothered bout food ...over your kids love or parents love..that's a person that's messed up and probably overweight.

like that's my corn dog ....SMACK....
little kid crying im hungry daddy
lard butt dad going my corn dog...
More concearned about the food ..that his kid love..which is eternal.
see my point

Do parents really love their kids?

I cannot speak for all parents.. but i adore my kids.. they make me smile, laugh, think . A true blessing in my life and a constant source of joy.


Little kids.. little problems.. big kids.. bigger problems.. My parents never made me feel like they wished to avoid me as i tackled relationships, an eating disorder, marriage and infertility and then eventually raising kids of my own.. We have a saying in my family : If you ASK it implies that you care. There were plenty of subjects my parents never asked about.. because they really didnt care to hear the details.. but i dont think that made them love me any less.

Do they really love their kids and keep it real even after age?

I adore my Dad to this day and i miss my mother something fierce. I only wish she was around to watch my children grow up. I see myself at 43 and realize that WOW my parents were YOUNG when their 3 kids were growing up.. and they did a dang good job with not a lot of cash

As for my children, i dance with them , get silly, play rock band and enjoy their company. I am amazed daily at how they grow and develop into little individuals that reflect the love from their whole family.

Or is it just some big mistake and people are like tired of feeding people and get sick of it and be like im tired of your nonsense sir?

Am i tired of Thanksgiving dinners with my father? Do i resent having to see him every Fathers Day when i have a husband who has children? NOT ONE BIT.

If you are considering procreating.. I would advise against it. Being a parent is the hardest job you will ever have in your life. Unfortunately not everyone can handle the job even though they have the equipment to make it happen.