My parenting style has been atypical this past year.
On any given day, I may see both my children off, and welcome them home from school. Possibly take my son to trombone. Go to a choir concert. Eat dinner together. Enjoy the pleasure (pain) of overseeing their homework.
A few years ago I found these tasks laborious. Wrangling children requires persuasion, disciplining, and patience. Some people do this exceptionally well; none of these are my strong suits. Better just to delegate, I thought.
Like most parents, I have always loved my children. But the more time I spend with them, the more I like them, the more I appreciate them for who they are. The less I try to perform as a parent, the more I become their mother.
Frequently there is the perception that being a parent isn’t a legitimate dream. The further I go down this path, trying to engage with my children as human beings, I’m increasingly convinced that parenting is among the most daring of dreams. As a parent we have very little control, but so much at stake. Perhaps because of this Theodore Roosevelt said, “It is impossible to win the great prizes of life without running risks, and the greatest of all prizes are those connected with the home.”
Children can break our hearts, but they also bring the greatest of life's prizes.
Yes indeed, parenting is a bona fide dream.
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