I do not take parenting lightly. Teaching my five children to be respectable members of society is a massive undertaking, and I feel the tremendous weight of that responsibility on a daily basis.
However, I am an entirely different parent than I was 18 years ago when the nurse placed my first baby in my arms. At merely 21 years old, I was young and clueless, with stars in my eyes about raising a perfect family.
My dreams of perfection only lasted a few hours before I realized I had no idea what I was doing. Since then, I have learned a little bit about raising children, thanks to the classroom of experience.
While I sometimes still feel like I am making it up as I go and do not claim parental perfection in any way, I am convinced that I am better off now that I no longer do these four things:…