3 Reasons I'm Thankful My Parents Raised Me With Tough Love
I have one standout memory from my childhood: I was a
toddler, and I kept reaching for a cookie sheet that had just come out of the
oven. I knew it was hot, but I guess I was curious to find out exactly how hot.
(Kids are so weird.)
My dad, sick of me not listening to my mom's warnings,
finally said, "Go ahead, touch it." As you might imagine, I burned my
fingers on contact and began scream-crying with swollen hands. But hey, you can
bet that I never tried to touch a hot pan again.
To this day, I'm still
determining whether that was an example of cruelty or tough love, but I did
learn my lesson. Fast forward to me today, at 24 years old (my fingers are fine
by the way), and I honestly couldn't be prouder of who and where I am at this
semi-early stage in my life. And I genuinely believe that my tough love
upbringing played a role.
Beyond that one example, there were plenty more that
followed, in which I had to learn to fall and pick myself back up and take
responsibility for my mistakes.
I had to pay my own monthly cable bill at 11
years old with the money I earned from chores, I was forced to write essays
after every wrongdoing, and I was grounded all the damn time.
But despite their
harsh parenting style, which made it clear that we weren't friends, my parents
were also never too far away when I needed them most. I was disciplined, but
very much loved.
They weren't afraid to yell at me or put me in my place, but
they also weren't afraid to give me credit where it was due. Straight As were
always rewarded, for example, and they celebrated alongside me each year I made
my high school's cheerleading team.
Growing up as an only child also meant that I didn't have
a support system aside from my parents, but I honestly loved our family dynamic
for what it was.
I took it as them being strict and unfair back then, but it's
become apparent as an adult that there was a method to their parenting style.
Here are three ways I personally benefited from tough love:
1. I learned to be independent.
Authoritarian parenting is commonly known to produce
children who easily conform and struggle to think for themselves. While my
parents did set limits in every way — and rarely explained the rationale behind
their rules — they gave me freedom wherever it would yield a potential learning
opportunity (aka an "I told you so" moment).
Sure, go ahead and get
your cartilage pierced at a sketchy shop in Berkeley that doesn't card minors.
My ears got infected. I often learned by consequence, which also forced me to
figure sh*t out on my own. I had to bail myself out and, as a result, it became
second nature to make my own choices and rely on myself.
2. I grew thick skin.
Because Mum and Dad didn't coddle me growing up, I was well
equipped to handle difficult situations and people. I developed a f*ck you
attitude — while still valuing respect and kindness. I wasn't angry at the
world; I just knew how to navigate it early on.
I learned to accept losses as a
part of life, to sympathize with those who felt like they needed to be nasty to
others, and to welcome hard work graciously.
My parents drilled into my head
all throughout my childhood that nothing would ever be handed to me.
3. I valued humility early on.
The only-child stereotype is typically associated with
being spoiled, but because I had to earn everything I had, I was much more
appreciative.
My parents raised me to be a confident woman but not without
emphasizing the need to remain humble.
I learned to value and celebrate success,
but not flaunt it. And I think most importantly, I saw hardship as a means to
build character.
Don't get me wrong — I was not the perfect child. I was a
brat at times and butted heads with my parents on a number of occasions.
But
the fact that they stood their ground and pushed firm parenting only benefited
me in the long run.
Tough love works — but only in combination with genuine
care and support. I'm not exactly sure how they managed to figure out this
formula, but kudos, Mum and Dad, you did good.
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