What's one thing you do in your adult home that your parents didnt in your childhood home ?

[BrickPoet]

have shoes in a room rather than the stairs

I'm guessing that your parents weren't as well off as you are.

Never police or nag around loo roll use.

I watch TV when I eat. We never did that growing up. And I never do it when I visit them.

We didn't have a tumble dryer.

And I let the kids have their own bath or shower. We all had to share the same bath water.

Don't have to tidy up immediately. Washing up can be done the next day.
Playing games together more important than cleaning.
Don't use the TV (or any screens) as a way to keep us busy. Instead prioritise being together/going for walks/playing games etc.

Have vegetables other than peas!

Dishwasher, sit at table for dinner, bedtimes...my childhood was chaotic

Absolutely, and they did miracles with what we did have. The jumpers my mum knitted were way nicer than anyone else’s, and if it had been around at the time I would have instagrammed the hell out of them.

But I still sometimes marvel that I have central heating.

We use seasoning on food.

I try to talk & listen to my kids about important stuff like feelings and their bodies.

People are allowed to be ill & rest & be looked after, rather than a weird 'illness is weakness' vibe. Although I still struggle with it, it's so ingrained.

Drink alcohol when we feel like it, other than at dinner or special occasions.

Have mealtimes that are not regulated to the minute, ie lunch on the dot of one.

Stay up late when we feel like it, rather than ceremonially locking the doors, winding the clock and going to bed at ten pm.

Have music playing louder than just a whisper.

Have decent coffee (although to be fair, we always had fabulous leaf tea)

Ive been really struggling to find something that isn't different just because it hadn't yet been invented...

I suppose speaking 2 languages all day everyday is the biggest difference.

Until recently my DC were growing up in a flat which was really different to our 5 bed detached with large garden.

But apart from that we are bringing our DC up in a very similar way to how I was brought up. Now DH on the other hand.... it's EXTREMELY different! And he loves how we live.

Not smoke. They were incredibly heavy smokers. Killed my dad in his mid 60s.

Own a pet. Was never allowed anything other than goldfish 🐠

Same here! There were 8 of us! Mum in first, youngest ones next, me in the middle, oldest ones then my stepfather! I used to hate it when I was young seeing the soap scum floating around. God knows how stepfather reconciled it after loads of kids, including of pubescent age had got in it before him. We were reasonably well off too so I don’t think it was necessary. They could have split up into two baths at least!

My mother used to offer me and my DC to get in after her when we’d visit as adults. Err no thanks.

Mine always had separate baths until they were old enough to go in the shower.

Clean pjs every night and clean clothes/uniform everyday. I think I had one school shirt and skirt to last all week, the shirt I used to rinse in the bathroom during the week and hang up in my bedroom to dry overnight.

Not making my younger DC wear their older siblings bust old shoes either, especially if they had bigger feet than the older one! My sister was a size 5 when we were teens, I was a size 7. No wonder I always had blisters until I started buying my own shoes at 16 and had massive bunions by age 17!

Say "I love you."

Bedtime stories

I have some vague memories of bringing a book home from school or library and my mum or big sisters reading to me. But routine bedtime stories were never a thing.

Eating together at the table

We only did this at Christmas, Easter, Mothers Day etc when I was growing up. Rest of the time kids would eat earlier, or separate to adults.

Playing with my dc, cuddles and snuggles for no reason other than love (my parents would hug me if I was hurt or upset but just a random hug for no reason was unheard of!)

my parents loved me, and did their best, but they were very much centered around our physical needs rather than emotional needs

Celebrate Xmas and birthdays!

I can't trim it down to just one thing. 🤣

I like to think that I would admit when I got it wrong and apologise. According to my parents you should never apologise to your children.

I wasn't so strict on a set bedtime although as very young children mine were nearly always in bed around 8pm. According to my mother all babies needed to be in their cots at 6pm on the dot every evening. Mine weren't or DH in particular would almost never have seen them. They are all in their twenties now and seem to have survived intact.

I had a third child, as did my sister. That was almost dumbfounding to our parents, who were convinced that everyone was finished after having two children.

I always allowed my children to be known by whatever shortened versions of their names they wanted. In our house growing up only my parents were allowed to be known by shortened versions of their names and they would embarrassingly correct our friends (publicly) if anyone shortened one of our names. They couldn't see the double standard there, and only begrudgingly accepted that that's what it was when we were adults.

I make them sound very quirky, but they were good and caring parents who were very much products of their time.

Cuddle/lay with my kids until they fall asleep. And let them come into my bed whenever they need. Easily my best parenting decision.

I've got an alcohol free home, no more of having to put up with alcoholic behaviour.

Work

You just want one thing?

The biggest thing is heating. I can take it for granted that my feet will be warm.

I know your comment was addressed to another poster, but my parents had a lot more in the bank than I do. It was a point of honor for them to sit shivering around a fire all winter, wearing an overcoat and scarf, and to turn blue with cold when they stepped out of a shallow, tepid bath.

Not drown kittens! Only, we didn't have any kittens because our cats were all neutered/spayed.

Spontaneity. My parents were always very, very set in their ways. We always had the exact same meal, on the exact same day, ate the exact same time.

I love wandering around the supermarket and picking up what strikes my fancy/what's on offer that week or going digging through my freezer/store cupboards to come up with something interesting.