Also, for the sake of maximising engagement - what mistakes did adults in-general make when interacting with you as a kid, that you avoid replicating today?
So my old man was and still is extremely smart. Every night, he’d take time to teach me math and English. Thing is, I am not so smart and so have a lot of trouble following his teaching. That would make him frustrated because he couldn’t figure out a way to explain the concept to me and he’d get mad.
I’m grateful now for the education he gave me, but as a little kid all I could think of was that my dad was going to be mad again because I couldn’t learn well enough.
It impacted me through all my schooling. Yes I was a straight A student, but I hated studying. It was only after I started studying things I was passionate for that I got over it.
Again, I don’t hold a grudge against my old man. He did the best he could and I love him for it. But I will try to find more patience with my daughter when I teach her.
Some just arent meant to be teachers.
I know I am not really one
I won’t tell my kid not to “stoop to their level” and say to punch back when punched
Having kids in the first place
Reproducing in the first place. I’m not making that mistake.
Honestly my mom is so weird:
Like, when I was a kid, she’ll cuddle with me, encourage me to sleep in their bed, and like show affection, and she had moments when she was so wholesome and lovely. She frequently tells me how much she loves me, how smart she supposely thought of me.
But also, often times like… she can easily flip and like yell at me for small mistakes and scold me and belittle me… and I’d cry…
My brain is so fucking confused… lol… what the fuck was that?
Why was I shown love, then she flips on a different mask and becomes a different person like an hour later?
Bipolar?
Idk I have a truma bond to her, so confusing.
As for dad… idk he is just like chilling and doesn’t really show either affection much but neither yells much either… like apathetic…
But anyways, if I ever have children, I’ll do the affection thing, but I’ll make sure I control my emotions and never show anger directed towards my children. I will never make my children feel scared like the way I felt when mom always did to me. Never again.
Deciding to keep me at 15 & 19.
I love my life, am absolutely happy to be alive, don’t get it twisted. But 2 teenagers not having an abortion is the original sin of their poor parenting choices
Having children.
Asking his 12 year old, over the protests of his wife, whether said 12 year old prefers girls with big boobs or small boobs. And pressing the issue for ten minutes after the 12 year old told him that that was an offensive and disgusting question to hear from this particular pervert and demonstrated child groomer.
I think when people think in terms of “my dad did this, I won’t do that”, they often miss what the real issue was. They end up being bad parents, just in a different way.
My wife and I raised three kids, and I fucked them up in my own special way. Not anything like how my parents did me.
If I were to look back over my life and offer advice, the advice I’d offer is: get some therapy. Have a disinterested, professional person to talk to every, single, damn week for the rest of your life. Being a parent will fuck you up.
And that’s coming from someone who doesn’t regret having kids.
When I was first thinking about having kids, I was thinking I didn’t have the right personality. I spoke to my brother who had one child at the time, and he explained that when you have a kid you’re so filled with love for them that nothing they do bothers you.
I had a kid. From birth to about 18 months, he screamed. He screamed for everything. He would scream for hours about anything that bothered him. My mom worked as a nurse in a hospital nursery. She cared for her kids, friends kids, family’s kids. She said that in her entire life she never heard a baby scream so loud. My MIL was also a nurse and worked in maternity. Same deal. She was amazed at how loud he was.
I called my brother up to yell at him. He said I was right and he got it wrong. His first kid was easy. His second kid would get him so tight he’d have to leave the house to get away from her.
Back to my kid: Everyone asks, “oh, was it colic?” No. Not colic. The instant he started talking, he stopped screaming. The screaming was just what he did to communicate before he could talk.
I mention the story about the screaming because that was the easy part of parenting.
The instant he started talking, he stopped screaming. The screaming was just what he did to communicate before he could talk.
Oh man, I wonder if there’s any way to fix that for them. Must be a problem other people have faced.
Some have had success with baby sign language. We tried but it didn’t take.
Hitting your kids: don’t fucking do that. You might not ever see them when they reach adulthood.
Forget the selfish reason. Just don’t hit people because you can’t control your emotions.
If you won’t hit your boss don’t hit your kid.
some people need hit tbf
Might not see them in childhood either if they get taken away from you.
It is exceptionally hard for children to be removed for child abuse.
Especially if the mother is the one doing it. It must leave visible marks and be documents by a doctor or a policeman . It needs to show a pattern and be obvious the amount of force was excessive. This needs to happen several times to show a pattern. Must be documented.
That only begins the cps process.
You(only moms?) 100% absolutely can hit your kids so long as you don’t hospitalize them. It fucking sucks to watch from the side .
This seems very specific to the USA.
Yes. What is legal and acceptable will be different anywhere.
Not teaching me a lot of basic shit, like how to shave, how credit/debit works, exploring food like sushi, teaching me about other countries.
I was taught a lot, especially common sense. I can troubleshoot and diagnose like a madman, even things I know very little about. But my dad wasn’t a talker, so didn’t get much there.
I talk to my kid about everything, we lookup what we don’t know or want to know more about. I go over mistakes I made in life giving him examples of how to not make the same mistakes and save himself the time and trouble.
We call everything “experience”, even bad things, and we learn from them, not unlike skill points and experience points in video games. You can learn from anything, not just good things.
Not teaching me a lot of basic shit, like how to shave, how credit/debit works, exploring food like sushi, teaching me about other countries.
omg… this is so me. I try to justify it by telling myself they might be on the spectrum
Sounds like you’re doing a great job though
“No buts! Because I said so”
I explain things to my kids so they know WHY we are doing them. If they have an idea as to why we should be doing it differently, like give me 10 more minutes first, or I like it this way, then I listen, consider a compromise, if at all possible.
For example, if it’s time for bed, but they’re in the middle of a fortnite match, then I let them finish it. If it’s time for school, and they just started a match, sorry, turn it off, you knew we had to leave soon.
There’s a time and a place for that, but sometimes you just want them to not run across the road right now.
That’s why you grab them and explain so they don’t do that anymore.
Don’t be religious.
my parents put me into a christian daycare when i was like 4. i still remember looking out the window hoping to get the fuck out of there. it was only a few weeks because all that religion bullshit gave me nightmares and i would be in constant panic that the sky will fall and satan will get me. the scars are there stll almost 30 years later
One of the best parenting decisions I’ve ever made. My Mom is still pissed, but at least she’s stopped giving my kids religious themed gifts and asking when we’re going to baptize them.
it’s extra funny when they come to you in your 30’s wanting you to get baptized again, because the first one they forced on you as a kid didn’t take or something?
fucking weirdos man, a cult built around fear of death and a refusal to actually read their book themselves…how the fuck has it lasted so long
I wouldn’t hit my kids.
I will give you the benefit of the doubt that of course you would split the profits from the ticket sales; you just left it implied.
Lots of spanking involving hard shoes. Bonus that my sister and I had to pick the instrument of our prolonged beatings… and if we picked something ‘too soft’ our dad would get a much worse item. Never found out what it would be, but the extra level of terrorism was a nice touch.
Cold, distant mother who was not a victim of abuse as we were. She didn’t care what he did. Your classic malignant narcissist who was expert at praising herself in just about any conversation. ‘Oh you did well in that programming course you just took? My teacher told me I was the best he ever saw’. Both in reference to Visual Basic for an extra level of rank stupidity.
Both of them seemed to view their friends as commodities to be exchanged as soon as they lost their value or someone better came along. I can’t remember how often I got to hear about some ‘friends’ who they didn’t associate with who “didn’t know what they were talking about” in reference to some interest of one or both. Horse riding, wine tasting, etc.
I had alcohol poisoning at 12 due to both their view we should be able to drink at dinner (absolutely fine in a vacuum) but having the kind of friends they did at the party this happened at.
My mom tried to get me to at least puff on a cigarette when I was 5… I already thought her smoking was gross so I didn’t.
And my favorite was at 7 when I suffered a severe TBI that resulted in swelling on my brain and diagnosis that I needed surgery at alleviate it. My mother, a mildly famous biochemist who was conveniently anti science in most of her views, realized I need some veggie smoothies and psychic healing instead. Phew, good thing it doesn’t cause problems to this day almost a half century later.
Maybe that’s why I just shrugged when she died a couple weeks ago.
I’ve tried exceptionally hard to not be them, both in adult relationships and those with my stepdaughter and her kids. I’m not terribly close with the former by her choice (none of the family is as since she joined a VERY fundamentalist church and went all in on madness) but both of our grandkids are a nearly daily part of my life.
