That's it, Crazy children. I will not do it. I refuse! I refuse! I will not apologize.
I will not apologize for trying to feed you healthier food. I don't care if relatives make fun of me. I don't care if you think my mini-apple pies I made for breakfast this morning (from scratch, with fresh apples, rapadura, cinnamon, and oatmeal-vanilla yogurt topping) "smell funny." I don't care if you refuse to try anything and everything, even while your sister swears up and down that she loves it. I won't apologize.
I will not apologize for teaching you how to work. I don't care if people think we're too strict or too focused on "work" or tell me I'm unfair for making you do homework in the SUMMER. I don't care if you think wiping off a table is akin to torture. I don't care if you don't want to learn how to count money, weed the garden, crack eggs, play the piano, or write your last name. I won't apologize.
I will not apologize for teaching you about God. I don't care if you think family scripture study (all 6 verses, how WILL you survive?!) is boring. I don't care if you hate getting dressed up for Church. I don't care if you would rather skip over the FHE lesson about gratitude/tithing/honesty/the Restoration/The Atonement for the activity and treat. I will not apologize!
So, whine away! Complain and gripe and cry and moan. Get angry when you get grounded from video games and television and friends when you refuse to do chores. Hurt my feelings my saying my food "smells gross" or when you think I'm "mean" or that you "Hate. Me."
I won't apologize for being your mother. I won't apologize for doing the best I can. Not to you, not to anyone. The only person (besides your awesome dad) that I have to answer to is God. And He thinks I'm doin' just fine. Just ask Him.
P.S. Brandon came home safe and sound Saturday. Thank you for your comments on my previous depressing post. I really appreciate your support!