I think of parenting as an art…parents are artists without constraints…whose children are blank canvases on which to apply their paint.
We remember how we also started as a blank canvas…years ago…and thus…we paint ideals and morals and values on our children…as our parents painted them on to us.
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My mom and dad had an effective parenting technique…
They were never too strict…unfair…or mean…
They were constantly reminding me how our family tree
is not deciduous…but an evergreen.
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I wonder about parenting... It is a blessing and a curse.
You are a warden, a cook, a cleaner, a chauffeur and a nurse.
You feel every joyous moment, every sorrow, every pain,
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