I constantly question my parenting and wonder what kind of family I am making for my boys. Am I too tough, too soft, too shouty, too boring, too uninterested?
Yesterday, at Macdonalds, my younger son said to me, “Look mum, a family like ours.” It was a mum with two boys, both in high school judging by their uniforms. I said, “Yes, they’re just like us”.
At a table behind us was another mum with two boys and I waited for my son to make a comment about them, too.
Soon enough he said, “They’re not a family like ours”. I asked, “Why not?”
“Did you hear how the mum was telling them ‘You sit there!’? You don’t do that to us.”
“No, I don’t”, I replied.
“Your’re nice to us,” said my son.
Perhaps I worry too much.