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sean anderson's avatar

As a society we have normalized an “adolescence” that never ends and end up having +40 yo incels living in Mom’s basement angry at America for allowing them to grow into becoming eunuchs.

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Steve Northrop's avatar

I took grief from in-laws and other family members on how my wife and I raised our boys. Not so much from my brothers, they too took to being brutally honest with my nieces and nephews, but we never lied to the kids. Well, other than when they were toddlers up until their ages reached double digits. Things like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny were indulgences we allowed until their natural curiosity made continued prevarication uncomfortable for them.

When questions were asked, it was sometimes a struggle to give age appropriate answers, but boundaries and consequences were at the forefront of our and their behavior. Most noticeably was the fact that the world and life didn't give two turds about how you felt, whether you were offended, or if you felt something was unfair. Life will chew you up and spit you out without a second thought and the 'fair' was in August and they charge admission.

Pets die, or they go missing, Sometimes they're hit by cars, or end up a meal for predators. Sometimes Mom and Dad don't agree and will get very angry with one another. they'll yell and say bad words, but that doesn't mean we don't love each other and possibly the most important,

TINSTAAFL.

There Is No Such Thing As A Free Lunch. You have to work for the things you want and even then, what you want may not happen.

Now in their mid to late thirties, with children of their own, they sometimes marvel at their peers that seem dumbfounded at the vagaries of life. As if they're unprepared for actually being adults. On separate occasions, both my sons have pulled us aside and thanked us for not cutting them any slack. dragging them out to the barn or garage and insisting they complete whatever task was assigned. I really can't take any credit as I just followed the recipe for how I was raised. When I screwed up, they found their father was not infallible, or in possession of all the answers and that sometimes the best way to learn something was to try and fail. Maybe more than once.

Own your mistakes and do your damndest to learn from them.

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