. . . you tend to have conversations about things like "parenting styles." And here's what my family decided about me--I parented like a stay-at-home dad. Apparently the kids were in their rooms playing video games while I was in my room playing video games.
Maybe there's a column in that.
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ha ha. yes. I want to read it!
I wanted to be a psychiatrist when I was little. In my case the term, it takes one to know one, rings true. It takes a crazy to know a crazy.
I decided to do the 2nd best thing, pursue writing. I noticed that's what the rest of the crazy community does, they write books and columns. :)
And if you do both...
I'm just saying.
I stayed up until three in the morning so I could beat Ed's Qbert score.
Not sure what my "parenting-style" is, though a couple of weeks ago Randi and I went to our hippie Birth-to-Three baby group (side note: we're the only ones in the class who don't use cloth diapers). While there, I was playing with Chloe, doing the natural scary daddy-daughter things (throwing her in the air, balancing her in one hand, hanging her upside down so she can do flips, etc.). One of the other dads said, "oh wow! Haha! That's great...my wife doesn't let me do that with our daughter." I guess I'm the make-your-kid-smile-sometimes-type of parent.
I got my degree in Marriage, Family, and Human Development. I was living at home for a semester and taking classes at the BYU Extension when I took my first class in the subject.
One week I had to do an art project to describe my home growing up. Unintentionally, my mom caught a glimpse of it. :) It was in the shape of a bomb. (We kind of have an explosive family where people just say what they think sometimes resulting in big 'blow ups').
I've gotten gruff for the project ever since, along with self-depreciating comments from my mom about everything she did wrong as a parent. And when I have my own blow ups, it's always pointed out how I'm contributing to the explosive environment.
Thankfully it's become a family joke. And I'm sure someday one of my own children will take some psychology courses and start dissecting the way I raised them. Karma!
I think this is the essence of why I like you so much.
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