When it comes to parenting, our own parents invariably become the benchmark against which we gauge our effectiveness. Whether you feel the pressure to meet their parenting ideals or strive to surpass them, their influence is undeniable.
My own parents were always the epitome of organization. By the time my siblings and I encountered any rules or plans, they were already firmly established and non-negotiable. They managed to raise three artistic individuals who yearn for the day when punctuality and meticulous planning become our norm—just not today. In many ways, we’ve certainly strayed from their path.
It’s fascinating how different we turned out to be. Despite sharing the same household, my siblings and I have pursued vastly different careers and lifestyles. We’re all creative souls—one a fertility expert, another an interior designer, and I’m a writer—but each of us produces completely unique work.
Now, even as adults in our 40s and 50s, we remain our parents’ dutiful children. We constantly consider their opinions as we navigate our lives and raise our own children. We take pride in dressing appropriately for every occasion and tend to lean towards the dressy side. We’ve instilled in our kids strong moral values, rooted in our Jewish upbringing, while still embracing fun experiences like lobster dinners, cheeseburgers, and Friday movie nights.
Even in middle age, the thought lingers: What would Mom and Dad think? They remain our guiding conscience, influencing our choices as adults, parents, and active members of society. That’s certainly a tough legacy to uphold.
I vividly remember the first night I sat in a rocking chair with my newborn daughter, cradling her tiny hands while gazing into her innocent eyes. I wondered, “What could I possibly do to mess you up in the next 17 years?” She cooed in response, looking up at me with pure joy. Fast forward to her almost 14 years of age, and I can only imagine the list of grievances she’d have for me now. Just last month, while packing her for summer camp, I was met with a “don’t be so overbearing, Mom.” It seems my potential for creating a long list of parental missteps is assured.
Our kids love us unconditionally, and while I sometimes question whether that love stems from a touch of Stockholm Syndrome, I mostly believe it’s genuine. Yet, a cloud of guilt hovers over me, worrying about how my parenting choices impact their journeys as they grow into adults, partners, and friends. Perhaps I should refrain from writing about them in blogs like this, though maybe I’m just providing them with material for future therapy sessions.
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Summary:
Our parents often set high standards in parenting, creating a benchmark we measure ourselves against. Despite their influence, my siblings and I have each carved out unique paths. As we raise our children, we grapple with the weight of our parents’ expectations and the guilt of our own perceived shortcomings. Nevertheless, love and connection remain at the core of our relationships.