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Parenting: The Ultimate Contradiction (And a Roast for the Judgmental) You ever notice how parenting is just one big contradiction? We tell our kids, “Love is beautiful! Most important thing!” Then, “But don’t you dare date until you’re married!” How are they supposed to learn about love if locked up? That’s like giving someone a car and hiding the keys. Then they turn 18, catch freedom, jump into the first relationship- good, bad, or toxic-because nobody taught them to take time, set boundaries, or figure out what they actually want. Desperate to feel something, they settle for anything, and that’s how abusive situations happen-not just evil people, but because experience is the best teacher, and we never gave them a chance to learn. It’s not just love. We say, “Be kind to everyone!” But also, “Look out for yourself because nobody else will.” So which is it? Be a saint or be a shark? Kids are trying to solve an emotional Rubik’s Cube we handed them, each side painted a different color of mixed messages. Let’s talk about the language police. Parents act like if they just bleep out the word “f***,” it disappears forever. Newsflash: your kid knows every swear word you do-maybe more. The real lesson isn’t pretending those words don’t exist; it’s teaching them when and how to use them. “Have a great fing day!”-that’s positive energy! But “F you!”-maybe not, unless it’s a joke with friends. Context is everything. Here’s the kicker: parents want kids to open up and be honest, but the moment a kid makes a mistake, suddenly it’s like they’re auditioning for a crime drama. Kids learn fast- better to keep secrets than risk dragging friends into trouble. But when you offer amnesty, you find out your kid’s got access to more drugs than you did in college by first grade! And sharing? Yeah, it’s caring-especially when it’s a group project in felony charges. And look, I’m not going to lie-I like my kids better when they’re high. Honestly, we get along way better when I’m high too. Suddenly, their “open up” sessions turn into chill hangouts instead of full-on interrogations. But here’s the deal I make with my son: if you’re going to make the grown-up decision to get high, then make the grown-up decision to care about your future and your education. You don’t have to get good grades- as long as you try. That’s all I ask. Take responsibility for your choices. You want freedom? It comes with accountability. And let’s get real-my son may have had sex at 12:00, but he only ever saw me be abused by every man I was ever with. So for the fact that he even knows what love is, let alone how to love, I win. That’s a victory. Breaking the cycle, even a little, is everything. I told my son, “Virginity is a gift-you only give it once, and you can’t get it back. So give it to someone who respects you, because you’re setting the bar for the rest of your life, whether you stay together or not.” Then I told his girlfriend, “If he messes up, you come get me. I’ll take that bar and smack some sense into him myself. Welcome to the family!” And honestly, they came to me together-that’s how I know this amnesty thing works. When kids know they can make a mistake at home without it ruining their lives, they’re safer than if they mess up out in public where one wrong move could end up on their record. The Judgmental Crowd: A Roast Now, let’s talk about those Harper Valley jackasses-the ones who sit on their high horses, ready to judge every parent who doesn’t fit their perfect little mold. They act like the PTA is the moral Supreme Court. Well, if you think you can do better, how about we skip the PTA and start an ETA-Experienced Teachers Association-because I guarantee someone else could show up and actually teach a thing or two about real life. I dare any of these critics to walk in my shoes for two minutes. Try raising kids in the real world- no handbook, and the only rule is “do your best and pray they don’t end up on a Netflix documentary.” Just bleeping out the word “f***” at home doesn’t mean your kids don’t know it. They’re going to say it anyway- so maybe teach them when it’s appropriate, like “Have a great fing day!” instead of “F you!” (unless it’s to a good friend-then hey, context is key). And let’s not forget the judgmental types who love to look down their noses at everyone who’s been broken and beaten down by this world. You know the type-perched on imaginary thrones, noses so high they need oxygen masks, looking down on the rest of us like bouncers at the gates of heaven. Always ready to pass judgment, especially from a safe distance, as if getting too close to real life might mess up their perfectly polished halos. It’s funny, isn’t it? They act like they’re the admissions committee for paradise, ready to slam the door on anyone who’s been broken, battered, or bruised by the world-never mind that half the scars people carry were handed out by their own sharp tongues and cold shoulders. They’ll break you down, grind you into the dirt, then have the audacity to ask, “Why are you crawling?” as if they didn’t just pull the rug out from under you. And when those same people-crushed by a world of judgment- show up at heaven’s door, desperate for a scrap of acceptance, what do these self-appointed gatekeepers expect God to do? Kick them while they’re down? Slam the door in their face? That’s not divine justice; that’s just cruelty with a choir robe. It’s like snapping a stick over your knee, then marching into the forest and demanding the tree fix it-or worse, blaming the stick for not being whole anymore. Newsflash: the stick didn’t ask to be snapped, and the tree isn’t in the business of banishing its own branches just because you couldn’t handle them. So here’s a message for all the high-and-mighty judges: Maybe it’s time to climb down off your pedestal, wipe the fog off your glasses, and remember everyone’s got a story, and most are written in scars you can’t see from way up there. Because if you think heaven’s just for the unbroken, you’re going to be real lonely at the party. So what if someone’s been beaten down by the world? So what if they’re begging for acceptance? Maybe, just maybe, the real test isn’t how perfectly you can judge, but how deeply you can love. And if you’re still holding that stick, maybe it’s time to plant it and see if something beautiful can grow. Final Word So next time you want to judge a parent-or anyone else- remember: it’s easy to point fingers from the bleachers. But it takes guts to get on the field and play. I promise you wouldn’t last a day in my house- and you sure as hell wouldn’t do a better job with these kids or with life’s messiness. Welcome to my Harper Valley-where we raise kids, not hypocrites, and where love means more than judgment. P.S. Tiffany Jenkins, I dare you to be honest-do you still take pills, just as long as there’s access and it’s reasonable, and you don’t have to fear anything? Because lack of access, fear of punishment, and fear of judgment are the only reasons people do stupid sh*t. It’s not about the drug or needing something for pain. How about, instead of lying, we heal people correctly by saying our actual truth? Connect with Tiffany Jenkins: Website: jugglingthejenkins.com YouTube: Juggling the Jenkins Facebook: facebook.com/jugglingthejenkins1 Instagram: instagram.com/jugglingthejenkins TikTok: tiktok.com/@jugglingthejenkins No public email address is listed on her official platforms. 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