03/06/2026
What does gentle parenting mean to you?
For me, it’s raging on the inside whilst smiling on the outside.
It’s asking them to listen, then escalating when they don’t, then realising I’m not actually asking them to listen. I’m asking them to ‘do as they’re told’, just like my parents used to say.
Oh snap.
Wait. What?
It’s repeating ‘be kind, be kind, be kind’ when my daughter changes her mind about which teddy she’s taking to school. Just as we’re leaving. When we’re already late. After she’s already changed her mind twice.
It’s being completely touched out and giving death stares to the cat, daring her to come near me. Sorry, Nala.
It’s shouting. Then saying sorry.
Then learning that repair matters most, so saying sorry again. With more hugs.
Sorry again, Nala. Oh yes, and the kids.
It’s trying not to hyper-lecture in the moment. Then catching myself hyper-lecturing. Then hyper-lecturing myself during the hyper-lecture about not hyper-lecturing.
It’s feeling guilty about screen time. Then asking if they want to watch The Masked Singer because Piranha is your favourite.
It’s being the sugar police, but not too much. Like a sugar police officer who’s currently under investigation for not doing their job properly. But still worrying about sugar.
It’s using ChatGPT as a parental therapist with topics such as, ‘how do I get my 5-year-old to sleep longer without losing it?’ or ‘WHY WON’T MY CHILD LISTENNNNNNNNN.’ Then feeling guilty about water consumption.
But mostly…
It’s eating chocolate after they’ve gone to bed and telling myself I’ll try again tomorrow.
Oh, to be a gentle parent.