Not all parents love their children, at least not always, not in all situations the parents of their children love. It is a fact. But if we speak from the point of view of “must”, then “to love your children” is a parental duty. If you want, you don’t want to, but these are your children, you gave birth to them (gave birth), now you need to feed them, take care of their health and education, educate them and prepare them for the future adult life. Normal parents are obliged to love their children.
But if the children have already grown up, if they have already become adults, then from a formal point of view, the parents have fulfilled their duty, their compulsory program. It is clear that if parents loved their children for 18 years, they will not stop doing it, but they no longer have a duty to love their children.
And this means that parents have a great opportunity to start teaching the Love of their children. Continue reading
Children sometimes throw tantrums: they fall to the floor, bang their hands and feet, destroy everything around. Where does this come from and what to do about it?
It is sometimes said that the hysteria of children is always a reaction to an adult, an answer to the fact that there is something terribly wrong in the relationship between an adult and a child. This is not entirely true, it is some exaggeration of the role of an adult.
A child is a creature not only reacting, not responding to one or another, correct or not, adult behavior. Thank God, children are very active, leading their game and policies towards adults. See → Continue reading
“I can’t believe she did this,” Mrs. Batten begins the sad story of her family. “She was such a good girl, she never complained, she never created problems for us.” It seemed to me that we gave Debbie everything she needed: clothes, comfort, religious education. Why did she even want to commit suicide? How could she take these pills? Did she really want to die, or was she just trying to attract attention? I’m so confused. She became so mean and sullen. I could not talk to her, and she herself did not want to talk to me. She just wanted to sit in her room alone. And her marks in school were getting worse. ”
Mrs. Batten was sitting on a chair, her shoulders were lowered, there was no ordinary gleam in her eyes. Continue reading