When
you grow up with some type of adversity (poor, shitty neighborhood, crappy
parents, etc.) you swear to yourself that if you have kids, you’ll “do better”
or “give them more than you had.”
That’s
noble and all, but in our quest to create the perfect and unblemished childhood for our progeny, we forget that overcoming the adversity is what made
us the bad asses we are today. It toughened
us up for Life. Real life. Not the bullshit one
where everyone on the team gets to play, or you get a trophy for just showing
up.
Having nothing to fight through makes you soft. Not nurturing, not tender just soft.
Let's say I want to teach my kid to ride a bike. I have him read a book and watch a video on You Tube. I'm ready to let him get on the bike. Wait, no. He might fall, he might get hurt. I'd better get on his bike and pedal for him. I'll fall for him. I'll take the bumps and bruises for him. That way, he'll never get hurt.
But hey! How will he learn how to ride a bike?
Exactly.
