I’ve been thinking a lot of my parenting style. It’s a style that has grown from distant memories of my own up bringing, modified and tempered by the style that my partner and I have developed to negotiate life with our son.
Without having my parents around to advise, or seek advice from, its been an interesting ride. I gained a lot of inspiration from a beautiful book entitled Parenting for a Peaceful World by Robin Grille. My own childhood was turbulent at times, and my parents did the best job they could, given the post traumatic stress my father carried from his service in World War Two, and the unhappy relationship that they shared….but I wanted something different, better for my own child.
So here I am, six years on, and still learning, developing, fine tuning. I reckon that each time I get comfortable, I have to change again…because my child has grown, and changed again. But being a parent has changed me fundamentally, it’s made me infinitely more patient, and more flexible. I have also had an opportunity to enjoy the sheer joy that should be part of growing up through my child, and this is what I am grateful for. The hours are extreme, the pay purely in love, but it’s all worth it, knowing that I am part of this magical time in his life.