My Kids Need Me to Be Their Parent, Not Their Friend

The reasons I refuse to be friends with my kids

Zita Fontaine
Nov 7 · 6 min read
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As a teenager, my mum was the coolest mum of all time. All my friends loved her. She was on a first-name basis with every one of them. My friends would hang around to spend time talking to her, even when I wasn’t home. All of them envied me for having such an awesome mum. She was brilliant, she…

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Zita Fontaine

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Writer. Dreamer. In love with words. Becoming the best version of myself one word at a time. I write about love and life. zita.substack.com

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