Eighteen years later, I realize how sound that advice, which sounded so crazy at the time, really was. I winged it. I crossed my fingers. I hoped for the best.
Along the way, I tried skills that had worked in other jobs that I held; I listened patiently, I spoke clearly, I practiced consistency, I applied humor, I organized, documented, and when necessary, I re-evaluated my tactics.
But, mostly, I crossed my fingers. I hoped for the best. I prayed.
And, eighteen years later, I realize that this job, this parenting gig, was the career I was meant for, all along. It has defined me as a person, given my life meaning and purpose, and, brought me more joy than any person-in any job-has a right to have.
The job started out with some pretty fantastic raw materials....
...and we ended up with a fantastic finished product...
So, I guess you could say that I am rocking this parenting gig. But, between you and me; I give most of the credit to the prayers.