I was talking recently with a friend about his frustrations with an older child’s reckless behavior.
“We did it by the book, Tim. We were the perfect parents – what happened?”
I wouldn’t argue with him. He and his wife are wonderful people and great parents. His comments call to mind one of the mystifying dynamics of family life.
There are great parents who’ve had very difficult kids. It’s possible for disastrous parents to end up with model kids.
There are also disastrous parents with problematic kids. And many of us know model parents with model kids.
There are hundreds of things to say about parenting. I’m not trying to undermine them or add to them. I think we ought to pursue growth as parents and nurture our families thoughtfully and intentionally.
This is merely an observation: Life is complicated. There are no guaranteed outcomes.
No matter the environment, we’re all sinful, broken people in need of God’s grace and one another’s love.
It just seems to me that the first step toward being perfect parents and raising perfect kids is throwing out that notion as a foolish idolatry.