I was asking Married Daughter and The Man I Live with, just what kind of parent would I be labeled. See, I have been seeing more and more parenting posts talking about this kind of parenting and that kind of parenting… Then of course there was that commercial during the Superbowl that we all saw with all the different kinds of parents coming together at the end to save the baby.
I truly do not get this whole thing.
They laughed and said, the kind that shows up to pick up her kids at the christian school, with the convertible top down, and loud David Crowder music blaring from the really good speakers in that car, yelling for her kids to get in the car. (ok- really I didn’t have to yell, they heard me coming down the road.)
The kind that fills the kiddie pool with snow on extreme cold days and brings it into the kitchen for them to play. (the kitchen was being remodeled and the floor was going to be replaced anyways.)
The one that made wwaaayyyy toooo much chocolate, milk-shakes with her kids and the kids she babysat for. (That was messy, but fun!)
Oh- And my personal favorite, the one who allowed all the neighborhood kids and my own kids, play on the dirt pile with water, shovels and whatever else they wanted to use, and then sent them home. (well, some played in the kiddie pool first to get some mud off)
Who comes up with these whole label things anyways? And what in the world for??
Do any of these labels actually help me to be a better parent? I don’t need any other label than “Parent” to know that I am a parent. I know that at times I was a helicopter parent. I know that at times I was an attachment parent. There are times in the course of a parents career I think, that we, if we allow ourselves to go outside of our perceived labels, hit each one.
Sometimes they just wouldn’t sleep anywhere else BUT my bed, so in order for us ALL to get some sleep, I let them. I had learned that eventually, around 3 or 4 or so, they will just sleep fine in their own beds. One however, had to challenge that and we made him sleep on a sleeping bag on our floor until he figured out that he would be more comfortable if his 7 year old body slept on his bed.
Permissive parenting?? UH NO!! I don’t think so. Let my kids run wild and be the “Free spirits” they were meant to be?? Run through the store screaming? Uh NO.. Use their crayons on the wall?? (ok- that one I did do, but again we were remodeling and I taped some paper up. Was it my fault they missed the paper??)
Be a parent that loves their children enough to train them in the way they should go. Be the parent who guides and trains and encourages their children. Hebrews 12 says:
7 It is for discipline that you endure; God deals with you as with sons; for what son is there whom his father does not discipline? 8 But if you are without discipline, of which all have become partakers, then you are illegitimate children and not sons. 9 Furthermore, we had [e]earthly fathers to discipline us, and we respected them; shall we not much rather be subject to the Father of [f]spirits, and live? 10 For they disciplined us for a short time as seemed best to them, but He disciplines us for our good, so that we may share His holiness. 11 All discipline for the moment seems not to be joyful, but sorrowful; yet to those who have been trained by it, afterwards it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness.
Love your children enough to raise them well.. Put God first. Love your spouse. Love your children. It will all work out in the end.