My children range in age from 20 to three – almost a big enough span to comprise two generations. Naturally, the older kids think the younger ones get away with murder. The love to talk about how strict I used to be, how inflexible, how unreasonable.
And they’re right. It’s not just that I had more energy to hold the reins tightly when I was a young mom; it’s that I had a very different idea of how kids should be treated. I was wrong about a lot of things, and much of that wrongness stemmed from wrong ideas I had about myself – about my self-worth, about my value, about my capabilities.
Read the rest of my latest for The Catholic Weekly.
A lot of this could be good advice for managers, too…
I just have to tell you what a blessing finding your blog has been to me over the past few weeks. I often find myself nodding along and always am left with something new to ponder. Thanks for sharing your gift with us.