There are times when this job of being a parent feels impossible. The world is complex and it seems too hard some days to prepare our children to face it.
How can we teach them everything they need to know?
How is there enough time in the day to impart a lifetime of knowledge?
And then it hits me. That's not really my job. I am reminded that I don't need to teach them everything I know or everything they might need to know.
My job is to give them tools. The tools and skills they need to find their own answers and way in the world.
How to get along with others.
How to learn new information.
Where to look for answers or find help.
Mostly, I need to give them time and space to explore, to try, to fail, to ask questions, to look for answers. That I can do.
If I slow down and don't let myself get caught up in the to do lists, the little things that seem important, the things I feel like I should do or should make them do.
If I resist the urge to stress or worry and just give them space and time they will be alright.
They will be ready for whatever comes next. Then I will have done my job.