Hubby and I were sitting in KFC the other day, eating some disgustingly greasy, wannabe chicken, when I overheard the conversation of two men behind me.
One was very vehemently discussing "the problem with parents today." Apparently he thinks that parents are too nice to their kids. That by praising our kids we are setting them up for failure. "Why do you think American Idol's such a hit? All their mommies and daddies told them what great singers they were growing up."
Every word out of this man's mouth was rude and judgmental. It was all I could do to bite my tongue. Though I admit, I did make several, loud comments to my husband about how well our son did at his last tumbling practice, about the new song he had learned in school. I may have even let it slip out that some people just shouldn't reproduce (aka Mr Arrogance behind me.)
Somehow I don't think the "problem with parents" is praising their kids. Nor do I think it's giving your kid lots of love and attention. I think the real issue lies with people not paying attention to their kids, not getting to know who their kids are, not being there to support them.
So, yes, I think my kid is amazing. I brag about him every chance I get. I tell him his songs rock and that his latest drawing (hanging on the fridge) is a work of art. I tell him his dance moves are awesome and that he's adorable. I tell him I love him every chance I get.
So to the jerk at KFC, I certainly hope you never have kids. If you do, I feel sorry for them.
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