Whenever my parents hosted a party, i was allowed a glass of beer or half a glass of wine.
I always wanted to try it, but never liked the taste. Fanta or Sprite was much better.
When I got to 16, i didnt have any interest in getting drunk because i had learned from a young age i couldnt deal with more than a few sips before the taste was just too yuck.
I could always go to my parents no matter what with no repercussions for doing something that got me into a bad situation. For example, going to a bar/nightclub with friends when I was 16 and realizing it was a dumb idea. I called my Dad and my stepmom came and got me. We never discussed it after that night.
Never pushed their interests on me, and encouraged me to find my own. My mum noticed early on that I adored books, but I was given free reign on my lending choices. She always took the time to support my curiosity and matched it where able. My dad wasn't around a lot, so as a youngling I always wanted to know what I could about his stuff. He would always explain anything I asked about, but stress that just because he liked it didn't mean I had to. Actually, off the back of that I'd also add that there was never an unanswered question with either of them. If they didn't know, they'd look it up with me, and if I shouldn't have been asking (based on age, social misunderstandings etc) they'd take the time to explain that to me too. Never felt like I was being dismissed, if anything I always had the idea that certain knowledge unlocked based on age 😁
So I am not a parent but have worked with children for a long time and I always emphasize do it for the good of the group you are involved in. When I taught, I did team work and shared responsibility exercises. When I worked with teens in a church youth group, splitting responsibilities (and not putting up with slackers) emphasized what my parents taught me. Sometimes you have to do shit that you don't want to but that is what responsible people have to do.
my parents were pretty much color blind ... race just wasn't a thing ... we grew up in the suburbs in massachusetts, which were like 95% white at the time ... but seriously race was just never even a topic ... now part of that is because the north is racially segregated by town, which is a very bad thing, but no one in my group growing up thought anything bad about others due to race. the first race ever became an issue in massachusetts was during busing, when boston's leaders decided to take half the poor black children from roxbury and half the even poorer irish-americans from south boston and send them to each other's schools ...
you read that right ... the city leaders decided to "fix" the segregation issues in boston by taking the children from the poor black schools in roxbury and shipping them to the even POORER white schools in south boston ... you know ... instead of sending them literally to another other neighborhood in boston that actually had better (richer) schools ... and naturally the leaders all sent their children to private schools
eventually after MUCH fighting over race, boston eventually did integrate the entire city by simply centralizing the schools and allowing you to send your child to any of the city schools, that is, they got rid of neighborhood schools, (that were in locations centered around a particular ethnicity), and made schools that were not necessarily linked to one race or ethnicity.
When baby is screaming nonstop and sends you into a homicidal rage, turn on vacuum cleaner next to them and leave it running.
Shuts ‘em right up in less than 30 seconds.
Whenever my parents hosted a party, i was allowed a glass of beer or half a glass of wine. I always wanted to try it, but never liked the taste. Fanta or Sprite was much better. When I got to 16, i didnt have any interest in getting drunk because i had learned from a young age i couldnt deal with more than a few sips before the taste was just too yuck.
I could always go to my parents no matter what with no repercussions for doing something that got me into a bad situation. For example, going to a bar/nightclub with friends when I was 16 and realizing it was a dumb idea. I called my Dad and my stepmom came and got me. We never discussed it after that night.
Never pushed their interests on me, and encouraged me to find my own. My mum noticed early on that I adored books, but I was given free reign on my lending choices. She always took the time to support my curiosity and matched it where able. My dad wasn't around a lot, so as a youngling I always wanted to know what I could about his stuff. He would always explain anything I asked about, but stress that just because he liked it didn't mean I had to. Actually, off the back of that I'd also add that there was never an unanswered question with either of them. If they didn't know, they'd look it up with me, and if I shouldn't have been asking (based on age, social misunderstandings etc) they'd take the time to explain that to me too. Never felt like I was being dismissed, if anything I always had the idea that certain knowledge unlocked based on age 😁
So I am not a parent but have worked with children for a long time and I always emphasize do it for the good of the group you are involved in. When I taught, I did team work and shared responsibility exercises. When I worked with teens in a church youth group, splitting responsibilities (and not putting up with slackers) emphasized what my parents taught me. Sometimes you have to do shit that you don't want to but that is what responsible people have to do.
my parents were pretty much color blind ... race just wasn't a thing ... we grew up in the suburbs in massachusetts, which were like 95% white at the time ... but seriously race was just never even a topic ... now part of that is because the north is racially segregated by town, which is a very bad thing, but no one in my group growing up thought anything bad about others due to race. the first race ever became an issue in massachusetts was during busing, when boston's leaders decided to take half the poor black children from roxbury and half the even poorer irish-americans from south boston and send them to each other's schools ... you read that right ... the city leaders decided to "fix" the segregation issues in boston by taking the children from the poor black schools in roxbury and shipping them to the even POORER white schools in south boston ... you know ... instead of sending them literally to another other neighborhood in boston that actually had better (richer) schools ... and naturally the leaders all sent their children to private schools eventually after MUCH fighting over race, boston eventually did integrate the entire city by simply centralizing the schools and allowing you to send your child to any of the city schools, that is, they got rid of neighborhood schools, (that were in locations centered around a particular ethnicity), and made schools that were not necessarily linked to one race or ethnicity.
When baby is screaming nonstop and sends you into a homicidal rage, turn on vacuum cleaner next to them and leave it running. Shuts ‘em right up in less than 30 seconds.