I used to think it was strange that my parents still needed to weigh in on decisions that were entirely mine to make, until I realized the weighing in was never really about the decision — it was the only language they had left for staying involved in a life they used to run
For most of my childhood, my parents spoke to me almost entirely through decisions. What I ate, when I slept, which school, which doctor, which risks were allowed and which weren’t. That was the language. It wasn’t cold, it was just structural: love arrived d…
Theartfulage.com · Aug 8, 2026