I often feel more than a little tortured by my inconsistent and often overly wound-up attempts at parenting. It has been far, far too easy for me to see the negative that my children do and comment on that (and often not very nicely). I suppose that when I see my kids making (or apparently making) the same mistakes that I made, my (supposedly) adult self feels an almost uncontrollable urge to tell their adolescent or prepubescence selves what they must not do. Sheesh!
I don't feel like I've ever been very good at speaking to them on their level and in the terms that make sense to them. As a result, I've probably talked (or yelled) AT them far more than I've communicated with them.
It all makes me rather sad some days. And yet...
I happen to believe that there is grace enough (and to spare) for parents who are willing to try and keep trying. So I keep trying.
Of late, my wife and I have made concerted efforts to see the good in our children (and there's LOTS of it) and comment upon it. What a better way to live... Really.
What do you do to build your children up? How do you help them move along toward worthy goals? Where is the balance between praise and correction?
I'm sure I have lots to learn. Do I need a paradigm shift? Will my children survive me?