The fol­low­ing poem inspired me as I was par­ent­ing my own chil­dren:


Some day when my chil­dren are old enough to under­stand the logic that moti­vates a par­ent, I will tell them:

I loved you enough to ask where you were going, with whom and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to make you take a Milky Way back to the store (with a bite taken out of it) and tell the clerk, “I stole this yes­ter­day and I want to pay for it.”

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that would have taken me 15 min­utes.

I loved you enough to let you assume the respon­si­bil­ity for your actions even when the penal­ties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough to say NO, when I knew you would hate me for it. Those were the most dif­fi­cult bat­tles of all. I’m glad I won them, because in the end you won too.