My favourite piece of writing* in pretty much all of literary history is the poem â€˜If’ by Rudyard Kipling. There’s something about his admonitions to his son that speaks to my very heart, and the phrases:
â€œIF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;â€
seem so apt for parenting. But sometimes remaining calm seems practically impossible.