"...That the worst work is done."
My favorite quote from Oscar Wilde. It reminds me of this customer I had in my bookstore days who always had us assist him in looking for medical books for his daughter, "the future doctor", he called her. The kicker? His daughter was four years old. He was apparently forcing all these medical books on her (reading them to her in lieu of bedtime stories, I guess) so she'd grow up to be a doctor.
Now, I am all for parents having high expectations for their kids. I think it's good parenting that you love your kids enough to encourage them to be their very best and achieve their goals. HOWEVER, when you take it upon yourself to decide your kid's destiny and force them down that path, that's not love. It's vicariously living your life through them. Not to mention that his guy is just begging his daughter to resent him and lash out at him by dropping out of high school and running away from home. You have no idea how many times I wanted to say to this guy, "Does your daughter even want to be a doctor? Don't you think you should let her be a kid for now? Will you still love her if she decides she'd rather be, say, a Wal-Mart greeter?"
Be honest, am I wrong in feeling this way?
My favorite quote from Oscar Wilde. It reminds me of this customer I had in my bookstore days who always had us assist him in looking for medical books for his daughter, "the future doctor", he called her. The kicker? His daughter was four years old. He was apparently forcing all these medical books on her (reading them to her in lieu of bedtime stories, I guess) so she'd grow up to be a doctor.
Now, I am all for parents having high expectations for their kids. I think it's good parenting that you love your kids enough to encourage them to be their very best and achieve their goals. HOWEVER, when you take it upon yourself to decide your kid's destiny and force them down that path, that's not love. It's vicariously living your life through them. Not to mention that his guy is just begging his daughter to resent him and lash out at him by dropping out of high school and running away from home. You have no idea how many times I wanted to say to this guy, "Does your daughter even want to be a doctor? Don't you think you should let her be a kid for now? Will you still love her if she decides she'd rather be, say, a Wal-Mart greeter?"
Be honest, am I wrong in feeling this way?
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