From what I’ve leaned, bossy parents lead to troubled kids because the children feel like they can’t express their true selves.// on the contrary, bossy parents bring out the best in us. there’s a reason some kids are super smart and do well. bossy parents should be praised more tbh. they don’t get the recognition they deserve. they sacrifice so much of their time wanting the kid to be the best they can be lol.
The thing is: sometimes what they think it’s best for their children really isn’t. You bring out the best in your kids when you let them be themselves.
You know what? I am a super smart kid. I got into college when I was sixteen. My graduation paper could easily pass off as a PhD paper. But I don’t have the best relationship with my father. He made me redo my tests when I was younger, even if I had scored 9/10. Pressure for good grades was insane. I would get an earful for anything below a 7, even though that didn’t happen often. He would try to teach me math, but he wasn’t a very good teacher because he lost his temper easily.
On the other hand, Mom began to read my graduation paper and told me it sucked. She made me really anxious because this happened a week before the paper was due. It didn’t matter, though, because the professors loved my research and THEY told me it looked like a PhD.
And my parents? They didn’t get to see me present my graduation paper because they took my sister to Disney. Nice timing.
So, no, having bossy parents doesn’t make you any better. I can’t describe how much different I am when I don’t have them around. I wish I had figured out my interest in music before, but they never supported me them. If it were for them, I would have studied Business or Law or Engineering or anything that could give me money. But that’s not me.
I am grateful for the opportunities they gave me, but that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t get much support. It makes me want to cry when my manager buys me dinner because I know I probably won’t have any dinner when I get home. I’m the only one who works out: mom works as a freelancer and my dad is retired. He’s able to cook dinner for himself, my mom, and my sister, but he refuses to make me a steak even though all he has to do is put another piece of meat into the frying pan. By the time I get home, no nearby markets are open.
