My poor mom. Throughout our childhoods she would try to take the initiative and study with us. We gave her such a hard time. I would sit there with my arms folded and refuse to answer. My younger siblings would play and joke and complain and cry and run around. After arguements and threats and yelling my mom would invariably run from the room in tears yelling that she was just trying to do what Jehovah wants her to but what do we ungrateful children care?
I feel SO bad about that now. We weren't bad kids at all, but for some reason we were horrible for our family study.