Are you a good parent?

Some will boast how much they given to their child, how they ave them the opportunities to foster the best education. Some will boast that they provided them with the best of everything, good clothes, technological gadgets and all the money they needed. How many can boast that they know their child's friends, they know their child's dislikes, they know when their child is hurting? To be able to know these things to me is what makes you a good parent. Some parents are confused when their child will echo that "You don't even know me" but why are they confused? How many times have you stopped to ask your child how are things? How is your life going? Food, clothes and shelter can't makeup for a lack of communication. Some children spend most of their childhood hiding from their parents, simply afraid to say certain things to them therefore resulting in them making decisions on their own without proper guidance.
Jamaica needs parents in the homes yes but Jamaica primarily needs parents who will develop actual relationships with their child. Children can live in a house with their parents for years and the parent has no idea who their child really is they simply felt that all they needed to do was provide for their physical needs while neglecting the emotional needs. Parenting goes far beyond just being able to stand and say this is my son or this is my daughter but being able to say that this is my son or this is my daughter with whom I have a wonderful relationship with.

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