Being a parent can be so very rewarding
The free displays of love a child gives
The giggles, the smiles, the hugs
Watching your flesh and blood grow
It is such an amazing blessing
Yet there are those times when it is oh so difficult
When your teachings have failed
Or more so when broken human nature kicks in and overrides those teachings
You have to make a choice at that moment
A choice to be a parent, not just a friend, to be active and not passive
Then comes the quandary, finding the right balance
Deterrent, punishment, discipline
Yet how do you do that and still build up, not tear down your beloved child?
We are all so unique; what if what scarred you is exactly what they need?
What if you are causing the beginnings of brokenness?
Such great responsibility lies with being a good parent
Then you look around, you see what society says
Do this, don’t do that, don’t do that, do this
It was better when I was young they say, hit them, it didn’t hurt me
That’s why our generation is the most self absorbed hedonistic therapy needing mess in history
Or at least that’s what they sell us, but are we really any worse than the ancient Greeks or the Romans or the medieval folks?
Maybe it’s just that we have innumerous 24 hour news stations and the internet over analyzing everything that anyone ever does
And then, in the midst of all this distraction, of all this guilt
You are reminded, that you were born to love
Love takes on many forms
When we love enough to discipline, we must also love enough to forgive
When we love enough to forgive, we must also love enough to explain
Sometimes, we must simply love enough to accept
That maybe our child is just that, a child,
Not the perfect flawless angel created in our minds
Yes, a child, that needs love and attention and nurturing
And discipline and guidance and enough room to make mistakes
And so much more, but mostly love