We often feel like C-grade parents when we resort to yelling at our tiny humans, the regret is taxing to the senses & conscious.
We dive into the sea of guilt so deep within and convince ourselves to be imperfect & hopeless, we dare not anticipate good grades in the eyes of our precious kids.
But, somewhere hidden deep beneath the layers of our minds, is a little child who still seeks validation, who is nervous and apprehensive, yet puts one foot in front of the other.
Can we allow ourselves as adults to accept that sometimes it is ok to flunk the exam of parenthood?
Can we accept our highs & lows, resilience & shortcomings, tolerance & impatience?
Perhaps the answer lies in just going with the flow.
Finding timeless wisdom in Khalil Gibran’s writing on children,
“You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their soul’s dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them but seek not to make them like you.”
