When I drive Grandma to her doctor's appointment... wow, what a great unintentional lesson and I didn't even have to be mindful! But when my husband and I both pretend not to be home when the cranky relative calls? Not such a great unintended lesson. Maybe we should have been more mindful, huh?
Mindful parenting makes so much sense. Yet it's exhausting and intimidating and far too anxiety-producing to think about too deeply. I prefer to think about it as: Do what you'd want your own kid to do. You know, the Golden Rule and all that.
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Which is not to say that my husband and I can act any old way we want in front of (or even away from) our kids. Just that I also think it's okay (maybe even healthy) for a kid to see that their own parents can screw up, too.