Discipline your son in his early years while there is still hope. If you don't you will ruin his life
I remember when I was a little child, my parents would always quote the above to me but in their own way, "There is only this much we can do/correct/make you understand the rest of you and how you decide to live and form yourself is all in your hands"
Our parents are our first contact with the world outside, our first teachers and our closest friends, our pillars, our banks(Till such time we start a job!) and yet many a times I have been a mute witness to them being the last people to know a happy situation.
The child was his parents only, and the apple of their eyes, they doted on him and nothing would make them believe that he was sometimes on the wrong side of the law, they would blame him, her them even if it would make sense - aliens, such was their total and complete trust in their child, nothing wrong here BUT when a lot of complaints keep pouring in from neighbours and friends they must be looked into, not"Impossible that he can stone your window," "I saw him do it" "NEVER" and BBBANG the door shut on their faces, it was the same old routine. Everytime some one went to complaint to his parents.
The boy grew into a little adult completely knowing that his parents were never ever going to find out his wrong doings or even if they did, "Not my child" he was so sure about it.
Bad company, no correction and unaccounted for money was a fatal combination, to his downward spiraling graph.
The mother and father were the last ones to know their "little boy" had entered into wedlock, that he was a father.
They could take it no more, they grew miserable and heartbroken was the way they lived.
A lot of thoughts passed my mind whilst many a "friend" came to their rescue, How compassionate we human beings are, how despite the same people being shouted at, they were the ones to pull them out of their darkness.
Nothing came to be know about the boy, except that he migrated to some foreign land, and that too his parents came to know via some channels.
We must realise however deep is our love for our kids, we must not rear monsters, we must see reason and analyse why so many complaints keep coming, and probably talk to our child coax him to tell the truth and each child has a different way to be dealt with, we parents can be the only priviledged people to be able to handle this difficult situation.
“Perhaps it takes courage to raise children..” - John Steinbeck
I remember when I was a little child, my parents would always quote the above to me but in their own way, "There is only this much we can do/correct/make you understand the rest of you and how you decide to live and form yourself is all in your hands"
Our parents are our first contact with the world outside, our first teachers and our closest friends, our pillars, our banks(Till such time we start a job!) and yet many a times I have been a mute witness to them being the last people to know a happy situation.
The child was his parents only, and the apple of their eyes, they doted on him and nothing would make them believe that he was sometimes on the wrong side of the law, they would blame him, her them even if it would make sense - aliens, such was their total and complete trust in their child, nothing wrong here BUT when a lot of complaints keep pouring in from neighbours and friends they must be looked into, not"Impossible that he can stone your window," "I saw him do it" "NEVER" and BBBANG the door shut on their faces, it was the same old routine. Everytime some one went to complaint to his parents.
The boy grew into a little adult completely knowing that his parents were never ever going to find out his wrong doings or even if they did, "Not my child" he was so sure about it.
Bad company, no correction and unaccounted for money was a fatal combination, to his downward spiraling graph.
The mother and father were the last ones to know their "little boy" had entered into wedlock, that he was a father.
They could take it no more, they grew miserable and heartbroken was the way they lived.
A lot of thoughts passed my mind whilst many a "friend" came to their rescue, How compassionate we human beings are, how despite the same people being shouted at, they were the ones to pull them out of their darkness.
Nothing came to be know about the boy, except that he migrated to some foreign land, and that too his parents came to know via some channels.
We must realise however deep is our love for our kids, we must not rear monsters, we must see reason and analyse why so many complaints keep coming, and probably talk to our child coax him to tell the truth and each child has a different way to be dealt with, we parents can be the only priviledged people to be able to handle this difficult situation.
“Perhaps it takes courage to raise children..” - John Steinbeck
