There seems to be a status quo of believing that a child can never understand how parents arrive on decisions made for the benefit of their kids. Its the one line every parent uses to shut down any form of disagreements; and it could sound like this:

“One day when you become a parent yourself, then you’ll understand”.

But I don’t want to wait till then.

While in certain cases there are instances in which a child may not have the capacity to understand the wisdom behind every decision a parent makes, and I do accept that not every parent is born with the eloquence of diplomatic speech; depending on whichever phase of life a child or parent is in, both parties need to make significant effort in bridging the communication gap.

I am no parent yet; so my opinions might skew towards a bias of the kind of parent I want to be one day. At a certain degree I could relate to protective decisions made our of fear; the fear of not being liked; the daunting thought of preparing kids for the unknown future, and sometimes the blissful ignorance of thinking we’re relatively OK more than we really are. Unfortunately nothing of these thoughts would waive all the challenges when one steps into the role later on in life.

There is one ideal I’m trying to live in the now. Its the ideal of being a child to a parent. Its the ideal of breaking vicious cycles and guarding the family unit. At the end of the day, I suppose there are things that are beyond our control. But the best we can do is to create the environment for growth and love to happen rather than trying to fix broken parenting or trying to create perfect children in the future.

I’m still working on trying to improve my childing skills.