The uncomfortable truth: decoding modern parenting-1

Today, let's talk about golden retriever parenting.

Stop praising your children for extremely small tasks. 

Over the years in my teaching career, I've met dozens of modern-day parents who lean toward mollycoddling, constantly patting their children for the smallest things. I've even seen parents gift a fancy phone to a Grade 10 student just for passing a selection exam and more.

Praise is the highest aspiration for humankind. We crave it from the moment we begin to understand the world and from then on, we keep seeking it. It becomes validation. And when praise turns into a reward for everything, it's time to pause and reflect on where parenting is heading.

Because the world is not going to praise or reward you just because you think you are entitled to it.

You have to produce real value and meaningful impact to deserve either.

In fact, this overpraising and reward-driven conditioning can be worse than junk food or screen addiction.

It took me years to earn genuine praise especially from my parents. And even today, I remember the pride I felt when my father truly acknowledged my achievement.

So what's the hurry?

When it's real, when it's authentic...it lasts.

Make it about depth.

Make it about impact.

Let your children earn it.

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