Occasionally I am hit with the realization that I sound remarkably like one of my parents. Part of me cringes a little, and the other part of me thinks “Wow, they really taught me this.” If I explore this further then memories come flooding back and I remember how I felt back then. I remember feeling like I knew that they were crazy. Sometimes, I feel really happy that they stuck with some of the lessons they wanted to teach me. There were some principles that they felt they needed to instill in me, and however stubborn I was at the time, and however hopeless it must’ve seemed, it worked. Many of the important things just… stuck. I started to grow out of my adolescent self-absorption and found myself making sense of what I thought were arbitrary displays of parental dominance. So, while I don’t necessarily agree with everything they did, I am occasionally hit with some gratitude for my parents and what they taught me. I find that in some ways I’m just better off than I would’ve been if I hadn’t been pushed in a direction I didn’t like, and that it didn’t necessarily need to make sense at the time.
I am interested in anyone else’s experience with this. It doesn’t have to be your parents, but I’m sure we’ve all found ourselves on the other end like this. Tell me what you’ve learned!