Question of the day.

How strict were/are your parents?

My answer:

I have asked you this question last year and answered it, but I just thought as I always do in such cases that I’d post it anyway for the sake of those who are new to my blog or haven’t seen that question and woould like to answer it. So I’ll just go the easy way and copy/paste my response from back then.

My parents were definitely flexible! My Dad likes to think about himself as a very strict parent, but he is only very strict with Olek, with whom he doesn’t have the best relationship so that strictness seems to come more from the place of anger and the need to control than care. As weird as it feels to admit sometimes, for me, and I think for Zofijka too, he doesn’t really have much authority. He likes to tell all of us what we have to do in his view but we never care, sometimes we’ll do it for the peace of mind. My Mum is much more of a role model and an authoritative person for me, even though she was a big softy in raising all of us and with a bit of a tendency to be overprotective. Still, she has her rules, and they were always clear to us, and sometimes she can be pretty strict, but not over the top, just for the sake of being strict and tough, but rather for the sake of being possibly fair. She’s always been most flexible with me, using the excuse that I am the most disciplined of all of us, although I don’t think of myself as a very disciplined person and I am not even sure I would like to be one, it certainly makes life easier but also awfully boring, so I think what saves me is that I have some common sense after her, rather than am somehow very disciplined or dutiful or something like that. What was/has been your experience? 🙂

15 thoughts on “Question of the day.”

  1. Sounds like a good childhood 😀 My dad was laid back after 6years fighting in WW2., my mum wasn’t too well and liked me to stay home to keep her company instead of school and I was the youngest, so spoiled with love (we had no money 😂) I was a late baby so they were both gone by the time I was 19, But it has meant I’ve always looked out for myself. Which is cool, happy childhoods give you a chance of a happy life 😘

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  2. It’s sad, ’cause my brother and I were well-behaved, nice children, but my parents chose the crazy path of causing behavioral problems in us where there wouldn’t have been otherwise, and then acting all victimized by it (to the point of trying to elicit sympathy, like, “I’ve only given my children love; why are they doing this to me?”, and so forth). But craziness aside, there were no rules. As a teenager, I hung out with a squeaky clean youth group, and we could stay out late, because nothing untoward was ever happening. My brother didn’t get into anything, either. But then my sister came along and got into all of it as a teenager: sex, drinking, partying, etc. And my parents were in over their heads. HA HA!

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  3. I grew up in a time when people rarely locked their doors during the day. My parents were pretty much laissez-faire with us mostly because they did not perceive of much giving us harm. I find myself as a parent to be more strict and more rule-oriented because I find it is a different time (car seats, bicycle helmets, etc) and because I perhaps overcompensate for parents who were not strict at all.

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  4. My mom wanted us to like her so she was not strict at all. Dad thought we were spoiled brats so he went out of his way to ‘discipline’ us by verbally berating us and cussing us if we ever asked for anything.

    I grew up pretty confused cos if I listened to mom, he got pissed, if I listened to him, she got pissed. No wonder I moved out at 17, it was and remains a no win situation.

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