I’m a parent, just at the start of that journey really, certainly I have a lot to learn and I’m sure I’ll make a lot of mistakes.
That said, it seems like quality time and shared interests is foundational. Like if you watch her ballet class every week (not playing on your phone) then I don’t think she will care very much about a missed birthday and certainly not interested in a happy birthday from the team.
I doubt I’ll have time to go to every ballet class but I’ll sure as shit try.
Best parenting advice: Love what your kids love, and your kids will love you.
I once saw a guy in a suit, having lunch with his teenage skater-kid son in Chipotle. The line wound past them, so I could hear the kid telling his dad all about the latest episode of Dragonball Z in excruciating detail, as the Dad nodded absently, and looked like he wanted to die.
I went home and told my son my “Love What Your Kids Love” philosophy, and said that when he was young, if he had wanted to talk to me in excruciating detail about some dumb anime thing, I would have…had to cut him loose. Sorry, I just couldn’t do it.
Ideally you can get in the right frame of mind to like hearing about the thing the person is talking about because you like the person and how enthusiastic they are about it. But there are limits.
I’m a parent, just at the start of that journey really, certainly I have a lot to learn and I’m sure I’ll make a lot of mistakes.
That said, it seems like quality time and shared interests is foundational. Like if you watch her ballet class every week (not playing on your phone) then I don’t think she will care very much about a missed birthday and certainly not interested in a happy birthday from the team.
I doubt I’ll have time to go to every ballet class but I’ll sure as shit try.
Best parenting advice: Love what your kids love, and your kids will love you.
I once saw a guy in a suit, having lunch with his teenage skater-kid son in Chipotle. The line wound past them, so I could hear the kid telling his dad all about the latest episode of Dragonball Z in excruciating detail, as the Dad nodded absently, and looked like he wanted to die.
I went home and told my son my “Love What Your Kids Love” philosophy, and said that when he was young, if he had wanted to talk to me in excruciating detail about some dumb anime thing, I would have…had to cut him loose. Sorry, I just couldn’t do it.
He thought that was hilarious. He hates anime.
Ideally you can get in the right frame of mind to like hearing about the thing the person is talking about because you like the person and how enthusiastic they are about it. But there are limits.
Well don’t leave us hanging, what was it Cell Saga? Boo?