Some of these are really sad to read. Some people have been through aweful childhoods.
But there are some mentions here which I don’t want to minimize the suffering of the pp, but I feel it’s unfair that their biggest memory of their parent would be the small differences they had with them. I feel like we need to allow our parents to be human, make mistakes, be different.
As long as it wasn’t abusive or malicious, as long as they tried to be the better version of themselves, I would honestly honor them and appreciate them.
My mother had mistakes, she spoke about them as we grew older, it affected me yes but she affected me in other much More positive ways. She gave me enough love to thrive. I feel her tolerance and patience definitely rubbed off on me. However she erred on the side of being fair on herself which in fact I’m trying to not to do and finding bloody hard.
It’s very hard being a parent.. it’s almost impossible to not make mistakes. Where do we draw the line about not being so resentful over it?
I see it as childhood is a school, not a heaven. We are meant to go through life, protected and cared for but part of life is to co exist with humans and their mistakes... and parents are those humans .
My father had mental health issues and he is the one that made mistakes which I find very difficult to overlook.. I try to. But I feel so much anxiety every time I feel I might be parenting similar to him. He has extremely good sides to him too... but his mistakes were a bit horrifying that it just doesn’t compensate in my opinion.
Some mistakes are easy to compensate I feel.. I hope I equip my son with enough strength so he can overcome the traces I leave behind due to being human and having mistakes.
I know I’m far from perfect. I need to make peace with myself and that’s why I’m trying to see at what level can I feel like I’m gonna one day have a son that looks back and think I did a good job despite not being perfect ? How much imperfection is allowed ?