At times it feels like I have no clue what I'm doing. I just try to push morals, manners, and confidence. I tell them, its alright to be who you are. I tell them when they have done wrong and try to be encouraging to do right. I reward them for their effort and hard work. I never once miss an opportunity to say I love you.
When I feel like I have had enough, I keep going. Not lashing out and being careful with my words.
At times they can be rambunctious, difficult, forgetful, hyper active, but what child isn't?
I try to let them be kids. Be free of stress. I don't expect them to act old before they are. I want them to have imagination.
I set rules and boundaries and chores. They know what is expected, but they are reachable expectations.
They amaze me how wonderful they are. How smart, kind, honest, hardworking, caring, handsome.
In those moments when doubting my parenting they always do something amazing to put these beliefs aside.
I do my best, I try hard to raise healthy future members of society.
And honestly, I got lucky because they are some truly great little people.
Maybe I'm just being biased, but their peers see it too. They complement them and us for doing a good job. It's nice to receive recognition but it is even better to see it for yourself.