Bad Parents

So sometimes, I wonder what type of parents we’ll be. In terror, I wonder if we should even have children, because of our crazy life and experiences as children. And then, this morning, I thought this: despite the awful childhoods that a few of us experience, we’re glad to be alive. Our trials made us stronger, better people. So maybe it’s not essential that we be perfect parents. Maybe we just have to love as well as we can and leave the rest to God.

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