Every human has his story, the outline in his DNA, with unique potential. His parents may write the prologue; he crafts his story also. He looks to confirm his chosen story-line in life’s events. He may delight in calamity, conveniently proving his version true.
Each child is born predisposed. Stubbornness might be tenacity. Mom can’t get her little girl to wear pink, so is she a contrary tom-boy? Perhaps she envisions her goal, and simply pursues it.
Daddy is a football fan; it’s so… heroic. He raises no sissies; his boy shall be a man’s man in sports, proof of good genes. But the boy loves bugs, so the boy’s a nerd. Dad mocks him subtly, shining by rejecting his choice.
Often grown-ups choose life stories which justify their failures, creating stories for the child to fulfill their own dreams, achieving success vicariously.
If children naturally thought, believed, acted rightly, there might be no need for wise parents. But all too often, we find juvenile parents raising babies…