Another point Peterson makes is that, these days, parents seem to be more obsessed with being their child’s friend than parent. A friend doesn’t always care for you the same magnitude as a parent. A parent shapes a child to be the best they can. A friend doesn’t always do that. And, if you wish to become a parent, be prepared for the day (or many days) where your child will say they hate you. Because they will. Children are testing their boundaries, after all.
older sister and an older brother. As the youngest, I could do no wrong as a child. Once I gained a group of friends, I was a tyrant. I was a bully, regarded as “bossy” by my peers. I was angry when things didn’t go my way, and horribly sad when I didn’t receive praise.
Because of this, when my sister fell pregnant with the first grandchild, I felt as though my parents were having another baby. I was invisible after that. I even recall my grandmother tell my sister she was the favorite grandchild as I sat next to her. I didn’t feel it was fair that my sister, with her multiple medically-terminated pregnancies and failed marriages, seemed perfect in my parents’ eyes simply because she was a mother.
Truly, I wish someone had told me that a million years ago. Had that happened, I wouldn’t be needing to constantly remind myself of that every second. Trying to create a good habit in adulthood is very, very difficult.
I’ll leave you with this final quote:
Peterson, J.B.. (2018). 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote for Chaos. Canada: Penguin Random House.