I appreciate you sharing -- that's why we're here. Especially someone like you who actually HAS kids. I agree, and don't buy the "one size fits all", but I think there's a tendency (starting with $, but shared/passed on by people who probably mean well) to "shelter" everything, as if you can legislate kindness and understanding. A kind of a nanny state where everyone suffers in the name of "the children" (but then using them as cannon fodder the second they turn 18).
I was born in the 80s, and things were a little different, and by chance, everyone on my street was around the same age, and most didn't have sisters. We were rough, and we didn't do two-hand touch football. We used certain words to hurt someone's feelings, not because of sexuality (everyone on our street was straight, but we never even mentioned these things). Sometimes it was someone's ethnicity. Three days ago, I heard about one of the guys in our group, and I guess he's on booze/cocaine sleeping wherever he can. But he was a thief (along with his best friend) who'd go to the mall and brag about what he stole. I just had a flashback where that guy's mom slapped him in the face in front of everyone, calling him a "son of a bitch". I'd say half the kids on the street were hit, but no punches. My sister has two girls and she would never hit her kids, and I don't think she's ever yelled at him. She's very encouraging, always ready to give them a "Good job" and other forms of positive reinforcement. She won't even let the (3 and 5) girls drink soda, telling me, "They don't even know soda exists".
But most of the kids were alright, and stealing would never enter our (or mine, anyway) minds. Some kids turned out bad despite their parents being good. Some kids had bad parents but turned out good. Seems like the younger ones in the family turned out better, but I haven't had too much contact in the last 5-10 years.
(No kidding, I'm listening to a podcast, and someone asks Gilbert Arenas if there was any teepeeing or eggs being thrown).. Well, we did a few times, but nothing too bad. Sports were our thing, until music entered some of our lives, and then beer/pot. By the time we were adults, I moved out, and soon it seemed like everyone took off.
One thing I just mentioned to my cousin (who I hadn't spoken to in 7 years) was that I was glad we were almost teenagers before we got the internet.
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