What Makes a Good Parent?
I’ve been spending a lot of time lately trying to figure outÂ what makes a good parent? More importantly, what constitutes being a bad parent? Where is the line? I just can’t seem to get away from it.
No matter what the issue is, I want confirmation that I am doing it right and not completely wrong. I want to be the cool mom who gives all the great parenting tips because I have my collective parenting stuff together, but I simply am not, no matter how hard I try to be. I am always the mom that feels like she can do more, be better, probably like most of you.
Though my parenting skills may not be where I want them to be, they are not without there purpose. I’ve learned a few things over the years. My girls survived pregnancy unscathed, toddlerhood without too many gaping holes, and moved steadily past full-blown preschoolers world and into the crazy that is elementary school aged.
This is where it starts toÂ getÂ tricky. This is where I am seeing the glimmer of therapy in their little eyes.
I know I could use a little more patience and understanding and I sometimes forget how hard it is to be a child when all you want to do is play and have fun but you have to ask permission for everything first. I know that is hard.
Maybe I am a little phobic about bugs. I canâ€™t help it that it freaks me out if my freckles look like theyâ€™re moving. I just know it makes me compulsively need to instantly disrobe and hit the showers or else I will have a complete undercover panic attack.
I try not to share these shortcomings of mine with my girls but I’m pretty sure that they can see it in my eyes. The desperation and disgust is practically palpable.
Perhaps, it’s not the best technique of parenting when I am trying to get the house cleaned, emails answered, blog post written save the world and I leave the girls in front of Yo Gabba Gabba, The Power Rangers, Hannah Montana PBS for an extended amount of time. It doesnâ€™t happen every day but it happens.
Just like chicken nuggets and cereal for dinner has happened or likeÂ forgettingÂ dress down day at school has happened. Permission slips have happened. Misplacing my kindergarteners homework has even happened. Is that truly bad parenting or just prioritization?
I know it’s notÂ great parenting technique. I wouldn’t write a book about parenting and suggest that people leave kids in front of the television set to answer emails, or play hid and seek while hiding in the bathroom peeing in peace.
But for all the phobias and kooky habitsÂ my girls have picked up from me, even their stubborn, argumentative and amazing understanding and use of sarcasm, my girls know we love them. As long as my children know and feel that we love them, we are good parents. The moment they question my unconditional, overwhelming love for them, is the moment I have failed them.
What do you think makes a good parent?
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