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Don't be mean. I promise to do my best to judge that fairly.
Eh, I get it. But our parents (those of us who where lucky enough to have ones who were trying and loving), they did know us better then we thought.
Better than we know ourselves? Probably not. Of course at what age that becomes true is different for each kid and parent.
That last one feels to real
I was curious to see if there were people who pointed out that there is truth in parents knowing kids better than they know themselves. It's nice to see that it's getting pointed out.
"My parents don't understand me" is a classic coming of age sentiment that you realize later is not really unique or true. A lot of people pointed out that a bad parent can abuse the sentiment. Likewise, an abusive person looking to take advantage of a kid can also abuse this to isolate them from their parents. A good parent also knows to let the kid "rage against the machine" in safe ways since they aren't at a point yet where they will realize life is far less exotic than they hope it is for them.
Alligators crocodiles and a brain aneurysm
My mom and I actually talked about this. We love each other very much, but, outside of horror movies, most of our interests are different. On a car rise we went thought some things. Favorite song, movie, etc. As I've gotten older and gotten the language for it, I've explained what overwhelms me and when I need to be alone and our relationship has gotten way better. We actually had a fight last week and it was pretty... Normal. I had said something snippy, and told her soon after I didn't even feel that way because I was upset and was snapping at her, which is why I wasn't ready to talk to her. She actually let me cool off and we spoke later, explained ourselves, and made plans for if the situation happens again.
My mom has put a lot of work into understanding me and giving me the space to make mistakes. I learned a lot of her quirks and preferences through trial and error as a kid, but she had to do that with me as an tight lipped adult. It's not 100%, there are still things I prefer to discuss with someone else, but the work as really been paying off for us.
However, this only works with certain parents. 👀
Seems to me you tend to be more like a great grandparent or aunt
"Ya" is such a pet peeve of mine. Yeah or yah.