What I Love About Other People’s Parenting

I love a parent who lets a child take five minutes to tell a story that has no point other than the child wants that parent’s attention for five minutes.   And at the end of that five minutes the parent hugs the child and says “thank you for sharing that with me”.   Not really knowing what that child said.   But knowing what that child needed.

I love a parent who in a panic doesn’t want to give a truthful answer to one of “those” questions but gets down on one knee and does their best to do that parental duty.  Tell the truth.  Explain something you thought you had three more years before facing.   And after explaining the parent says “do you understand” and the child says no and doesn’t really care anyway.   I love that parent and know they fully earned that moment of pure relief at the end of that conversation.

I adore a parent who has no idea what they are doing in most situations.   But they face every situation they can with the determination to figure it out.

I admire a parent who says “honey I don’t know, let’s find out together”.

I am in awe of a parent who says “sweetheart, I am so sorry I was wrong.   I’m not always going to be right.  And when I’m not right and I figure that out, I’ll tell you the truth.”

I love parents who sing with their children.   Or listen intently as their child sings the same song for the 1,453rd time that day.

But I also admire the parent who can look at the child after the 1,454th time and say “honey, I think you wore that song out!  Let’s give another song a chance.”    And encourages trying new things.

I cheer parents who teach their children tolerance.  And patience.  And understanding.   And that not everyone is the same.  But being different isn’t bad.   And being different isn’t wrong.

I love a parent who says “you can tell me anything and I will do my best to help you” and they truly mean it and live it.

I love a parent who realizes they can’t ‘fix’ everything.   But they will protect with everything they have.

I love a parent who has the courage to let their child grow in to their own person.

I love a parent who looks forward to and enjoys quality time with their child.

My heart breaks for parents who are sad when school starts and summer break ends.

I love a parent who wants the best for their child while wanting their child to be the best they can be.

I admire a parent who doesn’t expect their child to learn morals, ethics and values outside of the home because they are taught and insisted upon inside the home.    And then they expect their child to live these outside of the home.

I still learn from parents who teach their child by example.   Knowing these good examples do not apply to children only.

I have faith in parents who teach their children to do their best.  To do what’s right.  And that these things matter even if no one else is able to see.

I feel, deeply, the pains parents suffer when they see things not fair to their child and they have to teach their child about unfairness in life.

I admire the parent who helps build a child’s character so that the unfairness in life situations are made easier by the behavior of their child.

I love a parent who does their very best at parenting and when they need it, they ask for help.  Because parenting isn’t a science and loving your child isn’t always enough to know the answer.  Seeking help is admirable.

I love a parent who is determined to love, guide, and parent.