There are other times that I make parenting too complicated, though. I know I do. All the parenting books I’ve read are helpful…to a point.
Last year, my husband sent me a blog post called Parenting 001 by Kevin DeYoung. I went back to read it again this morning (probably about the 20th time now), and I still belly/almost-pee-my-pants laugh every time I read it. Aside from a good “I can so relate” laugh, his words also elicit a sense of parenting hope.
The article is an honest, humble look at DeYoung’s own parenting, his parents’ parenting, and a mild indictment on all of us (including him) who make Christian parenting too complicated. His main point: “Could it be we’ve made parenting too complicated? Isn’t the most important thing not what we do but who we are as parents? They will see our character before they remember our exact rules regarding television and twinkies.”
Parenting 001 begins this way…
Does it seem like parenting has gotten more complicated? I mean, as far as I can tell, back in the day parents basically tried to feed their kids, clothe them, and keep them away from explosives. Now our kids have to sleep on their backs (no wait, their tummies; no never mind, their backs), while listening to Baby Mozart surrounded by scenes of Starry, Starry Night. They have to be in piano lessons before they are five and can’t leave the car seat until they’re about five foot six.
It’s all so involved. There are so many rules and expectations. Kids can’t even eat sugar anymore. My parents were solid as a rock but we still had a cupboard populated with cereal royalty like Captain Crunch and Count Chocula. In our house the pebbles were fruity and the charms were lucky. The breakfast bowl was a place for marshmallows, not dried camping fruit. Our milk was 2%. And sometimes, if we needed to take the edge off a rough morning, we’d tempt fate and chug a little Vitamin D.
You’re hooked aren’t you? You’ll want to read the rest of it here.