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I Refuse to Let My Troubling Childhood Memories Shape My Parenting Journey
Updated: June 26, 2023
Originally Published: November 17, 2016
As a child of about five, I found myself in a park in the South Bronx, eagerly waiting for the Fourth of July fireworks display from Yankee Stadium. My father, as was often the case, had indulged in too much alcohol. On this particular day, his excessive drinking was fueled by the fear that the fireworks triggered from his PTSD, reminding him of his Army days. Alongside him was a friend who, despite the risk, brought fireworks for us to ignite. In a moment of irony, the alcohol seemed to dull my father’s anxiety, and we lit the fireworks, placing them in soda bottles before scurrying away. Looking back, I recognize how reckless that was; I could have easily hurt myself, yet my father and his friend laughed, oblivious to the danger.
Such moments were common in my childhood, where my father’s struggles with alcohol and PTSD led to a mix of fun and fear. Sometimes we enjoyed small adventures like setting off fireworks, but other times, his violent outbursts left me terrified. I grew up in an environment where safety was a constant concern, which influenced my approach to parenting.
When I became a parent, I was determined to create a secure space for my child. I dove deep into parenting books, attended workshops, and even considered purchasing a machine to test for metal toxicity in our home—much to my husband’s bewilderment. Thankfully, I reconsidered that decision.
With the arrival of our child, I meticulously prepared for every pediatrician visit, crafting lists to ensure no detail was overlooked. I even opted against having a Christmas tree that year, worried about potential allergens from microscopic bugs. It became clear that my anxiety was rooted in my desire not to repeat my father’s mistakes.
A few months later, I came across an article discussing “lawnmower parenting,” where parents clear obstacles from their child’s path to prevent any issues. It struck me that I was being overprotective, and I realized the need to step back.
An enlightening moment arrived when my husband played a video from a block party where I was constantly urging our child to stay close. I thought we were near a busy road, but after watching the footage, it was evident that we were safe. This realization prompted me to rethink my hovering behavior. I understood that being overly cautious was not doing my child any favors.
Though it’s a work in progress, I’m learning to grant my child the freedom to explore while still being mindful of my worries regarding what they eat or potential toxins in our home. I’m now committed to breaking free from the chains of my past experiences.
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In summary, while my childhood experiences shaped my initial approach to parenting, I’ve learned to balance concern with the need to allow my child space to grow. My journey continues as I strive to be a supportive, nurturing parent without allowing my past to dictate my present.