OK, so when does parenting get better? The bottom line is we all did our best, right? The goal being when they get to adulthood everything you ever taught them makes sense and all the time and sacrifices that you made play across their memory screens. NOT!
I don't know about your kids but when my adult children get together they love to tell each other all about the "bad old days". The time they had to wear something stupid to school and it was picture day because Mom forgot, or the time when they had to sit at the table until the meat in their mouths became a petrified mess of protein. The science project that fell apart or the report Mom made them do without help while everyone else had Mommy Dearest competing for the grade. Or, how about the Christmas when they didn't get anything they asked for or better yet when they got what they asked for and then it broke. I'm not saying these things didn't happen, they did. And to hear my children tell them, it is quite entertaining.
I guess I just hope that they have some fond memory in there somewhere that will percolate to the surface and drown out my blaring errors in parental judgment. (I can see them all so clearly now.)
It is as if they arrived to adulthood by some miraculous feat unrelated to anything I did as a parent and that in reality they became adults in spite of me. Then I realize that is exactly what they did. Children grow up no matter what we do and all we can hope to do is love them.
Any parental blunders coming back to haunt you?