Yeah, well, I'm not in the business of not knowing what to do. Shit happens when I don't.
No, not exactly. He needs me or at least I think he does. I won't go into specifics to respect his privacy but he didn't exactly come from anything you would call structured or safe. Family is nonexistent. The idea of family to him is nonexistent.
[ Vyng normally prefers video or audio. But this is honestly one of the few times he appreciates texting instead. It gives him more time to reflect on his relationship with parenthood, and then take more time to shape those feelings into words. ]
Listen, Clover. You can try your best to be ready by knowing everything. But shit's always gonna happen, man. Especially since you can't (and shouldn't) decide what kind of person your child's going to be. Adaptability is key, my friend.
Billie didn't always have a concept of family, either. The good news is, you both get to decide what "family" looks like.
Glitch's job right now is to learn about life beyond the bubble he grew up in. That's the only way he'll figure out his place here. It might mean facing some painful truths about where he came from. He might get angry and sad about it, and that's okay too. It's natural.
And if you're serious about being a parent to this kid, your job is to offer Glitch a safe and secure place to...just be whatever he decides to be.
That means making sure his basic needs (food, shelter, warmth) are being met. Listening to him when he vents or cries or does whatever he's gotta do to wrap his head around all this. Offering a shoulder to lean on (or a hug, if he's okay with it) when it's too much. Staying up with him with all night if he gets sick from eating too many rocks. All while respecting his boundaries. He's got to have enough space to take risks, make mistakes, and really come into his own too.
Love him unconditionally, in other words. Because love isn't just a feeling — it's something you do.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
(stupid hats)
Yeah, well, I'm not in the business of not knowing what to do. Shit happens when I don't.
No, not exactly. He needs me or at least I think he does. I won't go into specifics to respect his privacy but he didn't exactly come from anything you would call structured or safe. Family is nonexistent. The idea of family to him is nonexistent.
no subject
[ Vyng normally prefers video or audio. But this is honestly one of the few times he appreciates texting instead. It gives him more time to reflect on his relationship with parenthood, and then take more time to shape those feelings into words. ]
Listen, Clover. You can try your best to be ready by knowing everything. But shit's always gonna happen, man. Especially since you can't (and shouldn't) decide what kind of person your child's going to be. Adaptability is key, my friend.
Billie didn't always have a concept of family, either. The good news is, you both get to decide what "family" looks like.
Glitch's job right now is to learn about life beyond the bubble he grew up in. That's the only way he'll figure out his place here. It might mean facing some painful truths about where he came from. He might get angry and sad about it, and that's okay too. It's natural.
And if you're serious about being a parent to this kid, your job is to offer Glitch a safe and secure place to...just be whatever he decides to be.
That means making sure his basic needs (food, shelter, warmth) are being met. Listening to him when he vents or cries or does whatever he's gotta do to wrap his head around all this. Offering a shoulder to lean on (or a hug, if he's okay with it) when it's too much. Staying up with him with all night if he gets sick from eating too many rocks. All while respecting his boundaries. He's got to have enough space to take risks, make mistakes, and really come into his own too.
Love him unconditionally, in other words. Because love isn't just a feeling — it's something you do.