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I have never been a parent. But having been a teacher for more than three decades, I have had ample opportunities to interact with young students and their parents. One of the things I can say confidently is that by observing a student, I can make certain predictions about his or her parents which turn out to be pretty accurate when I personally meet the parents.

Children are what they are largely because their parents have made them that. The personality of every child is moulded in the first few years of its life and parents do that shaping. Teachers, the society and other entities add quite much to that personality, no doubt. But what these latter entities do is only to add certain dimensions to the edifice already constructed by the parents. In other words, parents play a very important role in the formation of a child’s personality.

I’m fully convinced now, having observed hundreds if not thousands of young students and their parents, that the first thing every child should get is an abundance of parental love. What gives the most fundamental feeling of security to a child is the affection it receives from its parents. Without that feeling of security, the child grows up with what psychologist Erik Erikson calls ‘fundamental mistrust’. I have observed that youngsters who exude self-confidence and cheerful spontaneity enjoy beautiful relationships with their parents. The parents are their best friends, so to say. 

If parents can be the best friends of their children, nothing more need be said. Everything else will fall in place quite naturally once such a relationship exists between parents and children.

I know this is not very easy. But I have seen parents and children who enjoy that sort of relationships which means it is possible. I have also observed that such children grow up into mature adulthood without much difficulty. They develop a healthy sense of autonomy, take initiatives without hesitation, work hard where that is required, have a clear self-image and worldview, and establish good relationships with others.

What we become depends on what our parents teach us at odd moments, as one of the characters of Umberto Eco says. It’s not what they teach us through their words; it is what percolates into the veins of the children through the ether of affection that flows between the parents and the children. Wisdom is not taught; it is experienced. And wisdom is a synonym of love.

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  1. If we are not friendly with our children when they need it most, certainly we cannot expect their kind consideration for our shortcomings when they grow up.

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    1. Yes. How we treat others depends on our character and that character is largely a creation of the parents.

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  2. Couldn't agree with you more. What children need is lots of emotional support and encouragement from their parents. Everything else will follow.

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    1. Many parents mistake pampering for affection. That's another problem. Genuine affection also questions wrongs in an appropriate manner.

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  3. Very well written post 👍 Thanks for sharing your observations on role of parents.

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  4. Fully agree with you on what kind of parents raise good kids but what about our parents? How much was their contribution to our growth?being a teacher myself I have also noticed exactly what all you have said in your post. very well written.

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    1. My parents belonged to the generation that relied excessively on punishment rather than love. Then my generation moved to the other extreme of pampering. The balance is important.

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  5. Yes, wisdom is not taught but experienced. Kids follow what they see their parents do... and thus parenting, I believe, is just the same today as it was then.

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