I am a terrible parent. I don’t discipline or train. I let my children figure things out on their own. I tried showing them my faith (when I thought I had it) by attending and being involved in church, but I didn’t force them to come along or be involved themselves.
I am an OK parent. I set a decent example by the way I live my life. I put my kids first because I know they won’t be around forever. Once they leave the nest, I will have time to pursue more of my own interests.
I am a parent.
I am exactly the kind of parent I need to be. I have normal, fairly well-adjusted adult children who know how to take care of themselves and make good choices. They aren’t perfect, and I don’t expect them to be. I expect them to be independent and responsible. I expect them respect authority but to question it when appropriate. I expect them to not be submissive. I expect them to laugh often and not take life so seriously all the time.
That’s the kind of parent I am.