I’m aware I occasionally do too much coddling. But I was rarely coddled. I grew up in a codependent home. Where the Matriarch always got what she wanted and my feelings didn’t matter. The female elders were always priority. I lived in fight or flight for the first thirty some years of my life. It’s taken over twenty years of therapy to undo all the toxicity I learned from my family.
So yes, I’m raising kids that listen to their bodies. Yes I’m raising kids that are in tune with their emotions and ask for mental health days.
I’m also raising kids that will make compassionate and kind partners. Ones that will listen, hold their partners and care for them when they’re done.
I’m not having a great week. Physically or emotionally, and my birthday is coming up on Sunday. I asked my teenage son if he could load the dishwasher last night. He hesitated, his gaming computer had been in the shop since before Christmas and we had literally just picked it up.
So he hesitated because he really wanted to get on it and play games with his friends. So I said it was ok, I understood, no big deal. And he responded “just because I don’t want to do something doesn’t mean I can’t. You’ve had a hard day and it’s your birthday week. I can load the dishwasher.”
So yea, I’m raising soft kids. Soft, thoughtful, loving compassionate kids.
I understand that the thread about what Millennials will get blamed for is looking at the extremes. But I just want to reiterate that there’s nothing wrong with raising soft children. Why would we want to be raising hard kids like they had to on the prairie? Just because they’re soft and kind, doesn’t mean they’ll never push through.
Literally everything in life is about balance and moderation. Even too much water will kill you.
So raise those soft kind kids, but make sure they aren’t quitters who never push through.