I find that I struggle with how to raise my kids in a Godly fashion. I look back at how I was raised and even though I didn’t have an awful childhood, I just knew that I didn’t want to raise my kids in the same way that I was raised. My dad was a strict person, and most of the time us kids would scatter when he got home from work. As soon as I was paying my own way (which was very young), I stayed away from home and I was out of the house as soon as I was old enough.
My second daughter, Rachel, recently started having tween symptoms of mood swings, a touch of rebellion, and the absolute kicker, rejecting the love I show her.
It is a very difficult time when a girl hits 10 or 11 years old, and the baby girl who used to come running to the door to throw her arms around you when you get home from work, scoffs at the very idea of you giving her a hug or kissing her goodnight.