Originally posted by: Riprorin
I'm a parent myself and want to do the best job I can with my kids.
Since there are a lot of teenagers here, I'm curious how you would define ideal parents.
As a teenager, I thought my parents were square. They didn't get divorced, they didn't drink, they didn't smoke pot like some of my friends parents (including a doctor)... they were just good, solid people who were focused on raising healthy, educated, honest kids. We didn't go to church much... we did a little, but mostly my parents were just good examples of caring, hard working people and they wanted us to learn to be independent and think for ourselves.
Remember that the whole point of raising your children is to get them to the point where they can fly on their own, becoming reasonably successful according to their abilities.
With my kids, I am more involved in who their friends are. My parents were REALLY naive and never imagined I would get into some of the stuff I got into. I've made it a point to be more aware of what is going on, both in the world and in my children's lives.
So far, I am getting fairly good feedback from my teenage daughter, my teenage niece, and their friends. Seems I am someone they can talk to but also someone they look to for guidance, boundaries, etc.
The one thing that makes this possible is TIME. Structure your life so you have time to spend with your kids. DO things as a family... consider renting a cabin in a state park for a family vacation.
There is a book called "In The Shelter Of Each Other" by Mary Pipher. Get it, read it, and read it again! Her book "Reviving Ophelia" is also excellent. I have a book called "Raising Cain" about what boys have to deal with in society, but I haven't read it yet. "A Tribe Apart" by Patricia Hersch is also a MUST read.
Best of everything to you and your family!
Here's my favorite poem on Children (by Kahlil Gibran)
On Children
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls 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.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.