Parenting flaws

Talking with a few parents from church during dinner on Easter night made me feel I am not so bad a parent as our parents like to label us. A boy of 13 who has to be spoonfed three times a day except when he is eating stuff he fancies, another boy who gave his mother such a tough time at mealtimes that she decided she did not want another child and who at 15 still doesnt know how to chew his food...
Right now, the kids are doing pretty ok under my dad's strict supervision - so much so that they are counting the days to our impending visit. Ash's skin seems to be looking better and clearer - and his skin is not itchy except at night. Bingo, the new pup, Ash tell me, is naughty and doesnt sit still. They also have the company of their great grandmother this week at home.
Easter and Good Friday went past the usual way - attending the mass, and meals courtesy the church. Meanwhile, we are still trying to get the house in order. And completing the medical check-ups that had been kept pending.