“My mother”

My mother always knew what I could do.

And she pushed me beyond that.

She wanted to see me fall.

She wanted me to learn how to rise by myself.

I look back now and I can’t say that was very good parenting.

But it worked.

She knew what I could do.

She knew my limits.

And she pushed me beyond.

Making me do things I wasn’t comfortable doing.

Hoping that it would make me into a man.

Was it right?

Did it help me?

I think it did.

But I’ll be damned if I ever do something so callous to my own children.

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