Many of my friends are raising kids. It is hard work. I remember being raised. That also had its sides.

I heard about this family with four kids. The sons are getting big now. They are a handful you can tell. The whole village can tell. One of the oldest told his father; “You will never be put out of work as long as I live here.” Their father is a policeman. It is challenging. Talk about trouble son.

Do the kids listen to words at all? Do they only look at deeds? Both? You never know. You just have to behave, make them belong, speak the good words, give the corrections and hope for the best.

I find myself doing some of the things I saw my parents do. Visit lonely people for instance. They probably didn’t do it that much, but I remember being brought to people I never understood why we knew. I find myself fighting against the things I didn’t like; small irritating stuff. I don’t want to be like that.

Proverbs in the Bible says:
“My son, hear the instruction of your father, And do not forsake the law of your mother; For they will be a graceful ornament on your head, And chains about your neck.”

If I were to give advice on child raising, which I am not in a position to do, I would tell the parents to never lose heart, but to just be aware that the children look at and learn from everything. Maybe it is a trouble son, but for sure the words will work and the actions and what you represent will make a difference. In the long run. The police man’s sons may turn out to be great citizens. Some day.