There was a story from India where this Outlaw who murdered and stole had a sudden change of conscience and he renounced his ways and sought to be a monk, or something along those lines. A teacher was helping him realize the nature of reality and his part in it, and one day when he was about to have the answer, on the doorstep of his enlightenment, the teacher had manifested himself as levotating and had sent him to go to a temple and make offerings there, and he hurried as fast as he could to only find his teacher waiting for him, with this trolling the teacher finally pointed him to a gathering of many teachers where they were sat around the table, when he got there he took a seat and the teacher took a stick and starred hitting the the guest teachers on the head, after each one he'd declare, this pot is ready, and he got to the monk who by now was somewhat annoyed and perturbed, feeling like a fool, so when he got hit on the head he cried out, demanding they stop fooling around with him. This pot isn't ready yet, said the teacher. Now the story is much better than my poor recollection of it, but the point was that tolerance that can't be gauged by anything other than trolling.

The mother who strives to be rational, honest, beneficial could just as easily cuddle the young and leave them at a great disadvantage by smothering their sense of self preservation and ability to appreciate challenges.