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Originally posted in January of 2017.

In walking along the icy shoreline of Lake Simcoe with our firstborn in late December, I found myself feeling grateful for having lived long enough to know that our boys will remember me no matter what happens from here on out. This was my greatest wish from the time this young fellow arrived into our arms in 2005.

Today, my new greatest wish is that our boys grow up to feel that they can come to me to talk about anything. No matter how grave their concern, how intense their anger, disappointment, or sadness - even if I am a root cause of their suffering - I hope I will have built up enough trust in my emotional bank account with them that they want to share and discuss their feelings, knowing that I will do my best to understand them.

Until recently, my parenting instincts have been to over prepare, protect, and guide them. At 11 and 9 years of age, I am beginning to experience moments of surprise as I discover thoughts and feelings within them that I could not have anticipated - this has strengthened my resolve to listen more, understand more, and to own up to moments when I don't behave as well as I aspire to.

This last habit has proven to be incredibly powerful in building their trust in me - whenever I own a moment when I have been impatient or quick to become angry, healing and forgiveness have come forth almost instantaneously. A sincere apology from the heart along with earnest expression of my desire to behave better next time remains one of the most powerful ways I can be the father I wish to be to them.

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I actually shared this post at our Instagram and Facebook pages and am grateful to share some of the thoughts that flowed in from those we are connected with:

Good post! Our daughter is 22..and we are blessed she is growing into a wonderful human being. Our strategy has always been simple. Foster trust...mean what we say and say what we mean. Be firm but not inflexible. Guide and lead but give freedom to fail or succeed. Explain your reasons when you say no and they think it unfair. Remind them that you may not always like each other at every single moment but that love will always be there. - Angela McElyea

My parents earned my respect by telling me that they are only humans and do also make mistakes. I told this also to my children, and that we can learn from our mistakes. I told them that it is okay to be different to me and have different thoughts and opinions than me. Important is to respect diversity and difference. Regardless how different they are... I will always love them. And they will always have a place in our house no matter how old they are! - Sabine Vogel

Been following you for years. My boys are 14 and 12. I ask lots of questions about what they think and then really listen. It's tough to step back. - Brenda Baumann Jorgenson

Beautifully written and so true! I feel that the mistake parents make with their anger is to impart shame on their children. Anger is a failing, but we all fail occasionally and if kids see that, it's not always all bad. But to me, imparting shame goes too far and erodes trust. When I did that, I could see that something was lost that I needed to get back. - Leah Klanderman

I was told by my mother that no matter what, I would always have a bed to sleep in and a roof over my head so long as she was alive. This gave me courage to go out into the world and forge my way. - Ruth Barker

This quote has become my guide for parenting: "Wherever the power of intellect, of authority, or of force is employed, and love is not manifestly present, the affections and will of those whom we seek to reach assume a defensive, repelling position, and their strength of resistance is increased. Jesus was the Prince of peace. He came into the world to bring resistance and authority into subjection to Himself. Wisdom and strength He could command, but the means He employed with which to overcome evil were the wisdom and strength of love." - @lagoespolon (Instagram)

Beautifully said Dr. Kim, I also have two boys (men) 26 and 28 that I am so thankful for. They have always been very open with me and their father even when it was difficult. We tried to be human in our own right and as we know we are not perfect. We try to show our sons that we owe our thanks and gratitude to our creator and savior for this life we live and are very happy to see the men they have grown into. There are always ups and downs the trick I believe is to keep your eye on the bigger picture. - @michelekbuck (Instagram)

My parents were far from perfect, except that they often told me they loved me. I hope my daughter knows I love her no matter what, even though I am imperfect. - @franflem (Instagram)

If you have any thoughts on how you foster trust with your children or what your parents did to earn your respect and affection, I would appreciate you sharing in the comments section below.

 
 

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My father was a man of few words, but led by example. He worked from 8am-5pm 5 days a week for about 40 years at the same job,a draftsman for the Gulf Power Electric Co. to support his family, namely my 2 sisters and I, each one year apart in age. He remained faithful to my real mother during this time, according to his Catholic belief that marriage is for a lifetime, in good times and bad, although he had to institutionalize her when I was 3 because she was schizophrenic. (I was actually mothered by my Great Aunt, Mabel Pfeiffer, who stepped into the void, according to God's will, to meet the childrearing needs left by my mother's departure). My father never got visibly angry, at least, I never saw it. He was principled, bore much suffering without complaint, and was steadfast in his ways. Although he may not have actually told me he loved me all that often, as look back on our relationship, I know that his entire life was a demonstration of love toward his family. He is a perfect example of the adage "Actions speak louder than words". Amen.

Thanks, Dr. Kim, for sharing this parenting point of view. No one teaches us how to be good parents unless we had good role models and that's unfortunately rare. I myself did not have a good upbringing. I was not treated as an individual at all and not given a safe outlet to discuss my real feelings and get guidance in the challenges of growing up. But I cannot blame my parents. They just didn't know or couldn't be that kind of a parent. We can't choose our parents but if they love and support us as adults that's good enough. And mine do even though they still are not perfect. That said, I raised my daughter with what I felt was missing in my upbringing, I opened the door for any communication no matter how uncomfortable and I let her make mistakes or skillfully steered her away from the ones she was not old enough to recognize. Sometimes a parent must use a lot of skill to get a child to think the right choice was indeed their idea in the first place;) So my daughter is now a well adjusted young adult, and still knows that none of us are perfect. And that's all I really wanted. Your boys are one of the luckiest ones to have parents like you and your wife. Good luck to you both!

I know what I WISH my parents had done more of when I was young,especially my father: reveal their thoughts and feelings more. I would have been so honored to have heard their weaknesses as well as their strengths. Instead I had to guess what they were going through when they were having problems, or, successes. They confided in each other, probably, but not in me. I remember hearing my father late at night when he came back from his father's funeral. My mother didn't attend because I was 8, my brother was 6, and mom was pregnant with my other brother. The funeral was in another State. I was awakened by my father's sobs as he told her about the funeral. I remember being shocked to hear my father cry. I'd never even seen him shed a tear. Here he was crying hard like I cried when I hurt myself, or I was scared. I was amazed. He didn't know I'd overheard him. In the morning I expected him to cry or talk about the funeral. Nothing.