I find myself sifting through my own memories and childhood experiences and contemplating what they meant to me, what it means to me that my children won't have those experiences (that shaped me), to what degree I can or should seek to replicate those experiences - or similar ones - as I try to shape them. Added to this is all the extraordinarily intriguing stuff about nature and nurture (and blends of the two), and how experiences - then and now, me and them, all of us together in the future - play out in terms of this nature/nurture enigma.
Originally posted by Nick BourbakiIt's like jazz. You start out with a theme in mind and are soon enough improvising.
I find myself sifting through my own memories and childhood experiences and contemplating what they meant to me, what it means to me that my children won't have those experiences (that shaped me), to what degree I can or should seek to replicate those experiences - or similar ones - as I try to shape them. Added to this is all the extraordinarily intri ...[text shortened]... me and them, all of us together in the future - play out in terms of this nature/nurture enigma.
Originally posted by CrowleyTenderizing moment sometimes to realize how much mothers ponder, remember and withhold... then reveal years later.
My mother told me a few years ago that I never stopped shouting and screaming as a kid and she seriously considered throwing me against a wall and telling my dad that I "fell off a table and broke my neck".
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Originally posted by CrowleyIs there a parent out there who didn't think that (or something along those lines) at some point? Fortunately, most of us never carried it through.
My mother told me a few years ago that I never stopped shouting and screaming as a kid and she seriously considered throwing me against a wall and telling my dad that I "fell off a table and broke my neck".
