And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.
Parents always make their worst mistakes with their oldest children. That's when parents know the least and care the most, so they're more likely to be wrong and also more likely to insist that they're right.
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What this quote means
Parents often make more mistakes with their first children due to inexperience and heightened concern.
This quote by Orson Scott Card highlights the paradox of parental experience: the first child often faces the most mistakes from parents who are inexperienced and overly concerned, leading to a combination of errors in judgment and a strong insistence on being correct. As parents navigate the complexities of raising children, their lack of knowledge contrasts sharply with their intense emotional investment, indicating a learning curve that potentially improves with subsequent children.
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Example use cases
This quote can be used during a parenting seminar discussing the challenges of raising children.
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