i dont remember my dad ever apologizing to me. i remember thinking he was wrong about some stuff. can’t remember what.
there is something amazingly powerful about apologizing to a child. i can still remember their tiny serious faces listening intently, me wringing my hands in front of this tiny human, sweating, them forgiving me…
in sum, id say a good theory of parenting is not “love your child”, but instead to demonstrate in some way every day a deep respect and interest in the autonomy, individuality and thoughts of each child, even when little. also you have to feed them.
in this way, perhaps, they wont be fucked up int he head…
