The Church recently released a new series of videos covering various aspects of dealing with pornography. Some of the videos discuss how to deal with issues that you are personally struggling with, others--like this one--are resources geared to help parents help their children. So, what is the best way to handle your child's exposure to pornography?
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As our Heavenly parent, He doesn’t want to command in all things, and we shouldn’t wait to be commanded. He has given us all the rules in previous generations, now He is asking us to apply them according to our talents and strengths. Think of good things and do them. Amaze and delight our Father with what we come up with. Parents of adults can adopt the same trust and attitude.
“We wanted to determine if the sensationalization of helicopter parents in the media was empirically accurate,” said BYU family life professor Laura Padilla-Walker, lead author on the study. “What we found instead was three different kinds of parents. Interestingly, none of the three fit the caricature of the parent who is extremely high on helicopter parenting.”
“Go long Porter!” said Dad to his 15-year-old son as they played Frisbee in the circle in front of our home. Dad and Porter throw Frisbees regularly in the evening. Am I mad that my husband is playing games with his son instead of helping me with the dinner preparation? No way! That play time is more vital that even he realizes.
There comes a point when our Israelites have bent themselves to fit our rules and expectations. They know to be safe on the road, and to not eat before dinner, and clean up their room, share their toys and sit quietly in church. They are getting it! As they advance in their ability to obey, parents ought to ease up on their micromanagement. The teenage years are especially suited to this next phase because they won’t listen to their parents anyway.
If we’re being completely honest, until recently, I’ve always been a bit jealous of my friends who had a girl first. I’d watch my friends in church with what looked like a demure little doll on their laps, thoughtfully turning the pages of a board book. My boy was three before we could read together without him ripping the pages out. Everything was either a sword or a gun. He lived by one creed: if it doesn’t work, fit or agree, bite it. Are all boys like this? Little did I know I would one day have five of them.