You Can’t Know How You’re Doing as a Parent
But you can celebrate the small wins
Parenting can feel like a thankless job. With toddlers, there are the unpredictable tantrums erupting from the strangest of grievances (“No wanna climb stairs!”), the endless trips to the potty (and countless loads of laundry for the inevitable misses), and the CIA-level deciphering of a nonstop stream of gibberish (“Eee meow wit Dada!” translates to “I want to eat a banana with Dad!”). I do enjoy a spontaneous hug or sloppy kiss from my two-year-old now and then, but parents seem on par with teachers, social workers, and garbage collectors in the realm of underappreciated occupations.
Unfortunately (or maybe, fortunately), you don’t receive regular performance evaluations as a parent. Improved collection of feces and urine in lavatory in Q1, but you fell below performance goals in Q2. You have no idea if you’re raising an empathetic, responsible member of society until your child is about 38 years old and most of their/her/his personality kinks have been ironed out. Until then, we’re left guessing as to how our parenting is impacting our little humans.
In the absence of any assuredness that my parenting efforts are benefiting my child, I’m motivated by love, hope, and a healthy dose of worry (“I’ve got to do better than my parents did so you don’t end up…
