To be "the perfect parent", we must teach our children and help them onto the right paths in life. We show them unconditional love with endless patience and understanding. Give them responsibilities they can easily handle as a part of their daily schedule; like picking up toys and feeding the family pet. These children will then become caring, loving, responsible adults.
As the perfect parent, we should let them develop their interests and talents. In order to do this we search all avenues that are available to give them the best instruction possible. You may even teach them some courses yourself. The perfect parent always accepts mistakes as normal and healthy. You let your children know that spilling the milk is okay. After all accidents do happen, right? As you help them clean up the spill you praise their effort to be independent; knowing they wanted to make you proud of them. You show your pride when they pick your prize flowers! You hug your children and arrange the flowers in your best vase, then put them in a place of honor. Those flowers are truly your most prized because they were picked with thoughtfulness and given with the purest love there is. In short, being the perfect parent is getting your children ready to leave you and enjoy their life. You give them wings, then teaching them how and when to use them. Letting them touch God; without pushing too hard.
These are few pearls of wisdom I've picked up through experience and trials. Some of this has been gleaned from books and articles I've read, and other parents thoughts on the subject. You know, what they think the "perfect parent" is. Ok, so you're asking if I'm the "perfect parent"? With all this knowledge, people might think I should be. I don't know how to answer that question. Why don't you be the judge, if you can?
I am a parent that I do know. I'm "Mommy" to two wonderful, strong minded boys. They have a great sense of humor, for boys, even when I don't. We all "forget" some chores at times, especially when I'm in a hurry. Sometimes I forget they're so young and give too much to handle. I fuss at times when it isn't necessary. Like when the milk was spilled all over the chair, the floor, and the table. I'm not always able to give their interests a wide angle and indulge their talents. As they grow older, I'm beginning to believe that's not always good for them anyway. I really think they're getting spoiled enough. Oh, I don't know, maybe I push too hard now and again; maybe not enough other times. It's rather hard to tell.
When the yelling dies down, the tears have been wiped away (mine), and the uncontrollable laughter calms (theirs) I know one thing. When it's all said and done, my love for them is timeless and deeper than my soul. The awesome power of God is in these treasures he gave to me. I just pray every day, that I can handle the responsibility. What would I do without that phrase I hear so often: "You're the best mommy in the whole universe!" Now really, what is the "perfect parent"? I haven't the faintest idea, but I thank God my children think... I am!
hugs, di