I can relate with this picture that I created from a vintage image and melted crayon for the Play Date Cafe Challenge. For a long time, my children and I were the only church-goers and real believers in both families. My church was rather strict and sometimes the choices I made to follow what I thought was right was met with surprise, and sometimes arguments, not only by the kids, but by the rest of the family. I felt that The Simpson's was a very adult program under the guise of a cartoon, so the kids couldn't watch. I could just hear my kids calling me by my first name and telling me to "Eat their shorts." I wouldn't let my oldest daughter wear the flashy outfits and high heels that she so greatly desired. I would tell her they were not appropriate, but her ears often heard, "You dress like a sl*t." When I first heard the song "I like Big Butts," I mentioned to my sisters -in-law that I would not allow my kids to listen to that kind of music or go to rock concerts. IAll three seemed angry with me and told me my kids would resent me. Sometimes I'm sure they hated me, but I wanted to make sure that their childhoods were just that....childhoods. As soon as they became adults, I had to trust that the decisions they would make for themselves would be right for them, and they are busy doing just that. They haven't had kids yet, so maybe they still think I was being mean. Maybe later, when the precious grandbabies start coming, they will find that it is difficult balancing a very overpowering adult world with their job of keeping their children safe and innocent as long as possible, while being examples to them at the same time. Parents are very much like guardian angels on earth, tripping over their own wings!