Know me. Know you.

Dear Talon,
I've been in a strange space lately. I've been thinking about this blog more lately and I want it to be a forum for these early years when moments happen and the further we get away from them, we'll forget. I think about putting all the pages together in a book for you someday.

I want you to know who I am, who we (me and your dad) are. I have a feeling if, as your parent, we understand each other, our relationship will be solid. You can talk to us without fear of judgement or reprimand, no matter what may come along.

We have no idea who you are yet either. I wonder sometimes if parents forget that their children are individuals but just in smaller, younger bodies. We all want to be recognized for who we are and be allowed to be who we are.  Some children aren't presented with the environment to foster their individuality. Their parents never give them a chance to be who they are or bother to figure it out because the parent already has a preconceived idea of who their child is simply because they created them. How obnoxious and presumptuous! We are bound for magnificent moments and rough moments; our relationship depends on our reactions and responses. Beyond the structure and need for discipline, how do we interact? How raw and real are we with our children? What would they say about you (besides "She's my mom" or "He's my dad") if someone asked them?

I look forward to our conversations about religion, sex, politics, education, relationships, art, and whatever else comes up. I'll give you my opinion. You don't have to believe what I believe (though I think some parents think their children should always believe what they believe). I'll give you my opinion, do your own research, and form your own voice. Be articulate, be respectful, and we'll do just fine.