I once wrote an article about how to get your kids to read. I was over confident because I had two excelled readers. Then came an analytical third. He didn’t have the patience for fiction. Worse, he compared himself to his older siblings and decided he was not a good reader.
Isn’t it interesting how your perception of success can affect your effort?
The ideas to inspire reading still worked, but they took more effort. My mom used to tell me that the best parents are those who’ve never had kids.
I would like to take that a step further and say the (self-proclaimed) best parents are those who’ve had a little success.
Imagine how Mary acted until her second-born became a toddler. And then instead of offering everyone advice about how to raise a perfect child, her mantra became “Why can’t you be more like Jesus?”