And then it occurred to me that I really liked who and how I was, and their rules had helped make me that.
One of the sad things we know about abusive parenting is that it often propagates over generations.
I’m very glad my grandfather broke that chain and didn’t become his abusive step-father. Because it turns out that supportive parenting *also* propagates over generations.
And then it occurred to me that I really liked who and how I was, and their rules had helped make me that.
In retrospect, that was probably a bit too much faith in nurture over nature. I was an only child, so I didn’t have a counter example. Having two kids abused me of *that* theory. :)
But I really value my supportive dad.
Or his happily looking something up for me at 2am when I called him from a college trivia contest.
I miss him. I don’t think I was half the father he was. But I hope I passed on his supportiveness and love.
❤️ you @shireenhinckley & Shadi