How much parenting are we doing?

She has recently opened her second outlet. She is a mother of three boys and often sings very loud praises of their extremely humble but thoroughly involved and thoughtful father; her husband.

She is not just deliberate about her parenting but at her businesses and they are growing. She holds a Phd. I hold her in high esteem.

Recently, she offered to guide and mentor anyone who wished to venture into the areas of business development. She is very strict about how she does this. She said she would be charging for her time and gave very specific guidelines on how to be reached which would be strictly through her business email and not by any means and, especially not through social media platforms such as Messenger or Whatsapp.

Many wanted her help and services but they were very casual in their asking and a number responded through Whatsapp. Rising steadily around us is a generation of individuals who will not usually follow instructions; they are lazy thinkers but worst of all they are infected with the disease of self-entitlement and selfishness.

It dawned on me that these individuals are a direct result of their upbringing which places the blame on us the parents. I am fully aware that with each passing day the new child on the block is a child to whom I can be a parent in this day.
And the reality and responsibility that how I raise and impact my own children has a very direct relationship with the kind of generation we have on our hands.

The questions to ask involve how much parenting are we parents offering? A part of me wishes I could lend the children to someone. A part of me wishes all this was just part of my very active imagination. But it is not. As parents this is the right time to stand up and be counted. We have got to get down in the mud and get dirty. If the child is ill mannered, it is not only the parents’ responsibility but the parent will suffer the very direct consequences not too long from now.
I must be involved. I must be available. I must pray for them. I must listen and make sense even of their silence.