Being
a role model is the most powerful form of educating. Youngsters need
good models more than they need critics. It’s one of a parent’s
greatest responsibilities and opportunities. It's
important for parents to live the same things they teach. We should
encourage our children to strive on their own so that they develop an
understanding and appreciation of life. Here's an article inspired by
the writings of an unknown writer.
A father is a person who is forced to endure childbirth
without an anesthetic. He growls when he feels good and laughs very loud
when he is scared half-to-death.
Do
not educate your child to be rich. Educate him to be happy, so when
he grows up, he'll know the value of things, not the price.
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A father never feels entirely worthy of the worship in a
child's eyes. He is never quite the hero his daughter thinks. Never
quite the man his son believes him to be. And this worries him
sometimes. So he works too hard to try to smooth the rough places in the
road of those of his own who will follow him.
A father is a person who goes to war sometimes ... and
would run the other way except that war is part of his only important
job in his life, which is making the world better for his child than it
has been for him.
Fathers grow older faster than people, because they, in
other wars, have to stand at the train station and wave goodbye to the
uniform that climbs on board.
And, while mothers cry where it shows, fathers stand and
beam -- outside -- and die inside.
Fathers are men who give daughters away to other men, who
aren't nearly good enough, so that they can have children that are
smarter than anybody's.
Fathers fight dragons almost daily. They hurry away from
the breakfast table, off to the arena which is sometimes called an
office or a workshop. There, with callused hands, they tackle the dragon
with three heads; Weariness, Works, and Monotony. And they never quite
win the fight, but they never give up.
Knights in shining armor; fathers in shiny trousers.
There's little difference as they march away each workday.
I don't know where father goes when he dies, but I've an
idea that, after a good rest, wherever it is, he won't just sit on a
cloud and wait for the girl he's loved and the children she bore. He'll
be busy there too -- repairing the stars, oiling the gates, improving
the streets, smoothing the way.
By Tim Pedrosa
The
greatest lesson in parenthood is: love
without discipline is false; discipline without love is force. |