I'm not a Parent,

but some things have become apparent...

We hear teachers speak daily about it being the parents' jobs to raise their unruly demon children. What nobody says or hears is the obvious: the intensity of that job, the weight of that responsibility. I haven't children of my own to raise, but if I did, I can assure any parent out there that I wouldn't be able to do it correctly, because I don't know the first thing about how to raise a child. So what, I work in a nursery. I know how to change a diaper and potty train. But I don't know how to teach what really counts. I don't know how to teach another person to empathize before they take actions. I don't know how to tell them what the great things in life are. I don't know how to steer a child in the right direction morally, because I hardly know where I'm going. I sometimes wonder if the parents of the world feel the same way. I know mine do. Maybe I'm just looking at someone else's mid-life crisis and assuming that one small part represents the aggregate. Basically, this article isn't about what it takes to be a parent because I don't know. It's not about what should and shouldn't be done. I don't know that either. I just want to use this space to make a well-deserved congratulations to the parents of some of the great people I know. I don't know how these parents did it, but I have been surrounded by people whom, I believe, will prove to be the great thinkers of our generation.
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