Treasure Island

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

(June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

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We don't parent the way our parents did.
Our children won't parent the way we do.
Parenting is about raising a child.
It is not about raising a parent.
A child is parented to be a child.
To be more than that is not parents' wish.
Learning comes from trial and error and
Not from copying of parents in each stage.
Mistakes and wrongs recur through generations.
Pain and sufferings stay through generations.
01.06.2014

Submitted: Saturday, June 07, 2014

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