Love is not conceited or proud when my child walks earlier than the neighbor's child. Love does not keep a record of how many times my children hurt my feelings. Love does not rejoice when my son trips while disobeying me. Love does rejoice when my daughter tells the truth, even if it means losing her college scholarship. Love hopes for the best out of my children.
Love never fails.
Though we are only humans, and imperfect, pure love is perfect. When I was a child, I spoke and understood as a child, but now that I'm a parent, I've put away childish things. For now we only understand parenting as imperfect humans, but someday we'll see it as God does.