I do not believe in the existence of a generic, one-size-fits-all parenting handbook simply because we have different approaches and unique parenting styles. Yes, I handle things differently. I raise my kids differently. I manage this household differently. Why is it such a big deal?
People tell me I treat my kids as if they’re just my friends. Is it such a bad thing? Obviously, I know I’m their mother and I’m aware of my responsibilities as a parent. However, I do not forget that I can also be friends with my children. I do not need to be tough at all times. I do not need to be controlling at all times. I do not have to tell them what to do at all times. Believe me. If I wanted robots that will do everything I say, when I say it, I would’ve bought three. Insert sarcasm here.
Instead, I am helping my kids to become independent, mentally healthy, psychologically strong individuals who can think for themselves and not turn into adults who will be forced to just do whatever we say because we’re the “parents”. While our cerebral cortex (the decision-making part of our brain) only gets fully developed at the age of 25, I don’t see anything wrong with my kids choosing their priorities, activities, interests and hobbies as early as now. I don’t see anything wrong with them explaining why they did this or did that. I don’t see anything wrong with them speaking up when they’re upset. These are basic human emotions and choices that I could not take away from them.
Most of all, I don’t see anything wrong with them enjoying a few hours of playtime rather than focusing all of their energy on academics. Don’t get me wrong. Good grades and medals are achievements, no doubt. The only questions are:
Are those our kids’ achievements or ours? Are those really what they want?
Believe it or not, I have NEVER forced my kids to study so damn hard just so they can bring home As. 
The truth is, as long as a life of crimes isn’t on my kids’ vision boards, I will let them make their own choices. I will let them join the dance troupe or the band instead of the Science Club if they want to. I will let them make use of weekends for nonsensical crap if that will let their minds rest. I will support them into becoming artists or chefs or novel writers if arts, cooking or writing make them happy. If they fail at something or end up being sorry for themselves, I will be there to hold their hands and help them get back on their feet again. 
As parents, we often blind ourselves with ideals, striving to raise perfect sons and daughters who we can brag about to our friends and families. But guess what? We are not perfect. The world is unfair. People are oftentimes cruel. Lessons are learned only through making mistakes. So maybe, instead of perfection, we should shift our focus on raising strong-willed, kindhearted individuals who won’t break when life throws them lemons.
P.S. Pardon my French. Such a great day for writing. 
