It is said, in psycho babble terms, that your inner voice echoes the kind of parenting you received as a kid. I sometimes think I do quite well to function in spite of it all.
Childhood seemed quite nice, but now when I say things to friends which were insignificant and seemed normal to me, I get that look. The WTF look.
Apparently some of these things are not considered to be normal or kind.
- making me learn piano even though I wanted to learn drums or guitar - on the grounds that I could not be trusted, aged 10, to remember to take my musical instrument to school on the days I had lessons.
- not allowing me to ride my bike to school, despite my younger sibling being allowed to ride his. I wasn't considered safe.
- telling me I didn't deserve to have nice things. I still have a doll in a box which my nan brought back from China. I wasn't allowed to actually play with it because mum thought I'd break it.
My inner parent is a bit wayward, and I try to remind her that being a parent is about nurturing your child not destroying all confidence it ever had. Sometimes, though, the strength of her upbringing can't help but break through.
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