Reminds me of a story I read along these same lines, not so much about having well behaved children per se, but about having some tolerance and compassion because we don’t know the whole story. The author was on a city bus, making lots of block-by-block stops in Mid-town Somewhere. Said author was getting very angry, because a man was on the bus with his four kids, and the four kids were completely out of hand. Jumping up and down on the seats, hyper, changing seats while the bus was in motion, etc. The other passengers were getting annoyed, the author was definitely annoyed, and the driver kept looking back but of course he can’t stop and do anything. Finally the author felt compelled to say something along the lines of “hey, mister, get these kids under control or please get off the bus.” When she said something, the man seemed to come out of a daze and said “oh, right, I guess I should do something about that. It’s not their fault you know. My wife just died, their mother. We just came from the hospital. After she died, I wasn’t sure what else to do but just pack up the kids and go home.” Took the author a moment to realize the enormity of what he’d just said. At that point the folks on the bus realized they weren’t acting up because they were brats, but because they had just lost something huge. And the man wasn’t ignoring them. He was still in shock. The author came away from that with a much different take on what we see, versus what’s really going on. Something to keep in mind along the way. I’m as guilty of that as anyone, passing judgement on what I see without knowing the whole story. But I do try to keep it in mind.