I once asked a mother of three grown sons what her secret was. I’d known her boys since my earliest camp days, and even back then, they were kind and chivalrous and fun and well-mannered and would roar and beat their chests like crazy when singing indoor chapel songs.
She smiled sweetly like she always does whenever I talk to her. It was almost a sad smile, like she knew of sorrows I didn’t yet know. My oldest son was only four, I figured I still had time to learn. I did know this–her boys hadn’t always walked the straight and narrow path.
You know what she said?
She said, “Just love ’em.”
People have so many opinions these days.
It can all be overwhelming at times.
But I like what this woman said.
You can love your children wherever they are.