@supton - My yelling at clouds didn’t do much good, I don’t think.
However, I talked about decisions,
I agree with you, although I would say, all the kvetching here about bad money decisions DID wake me up to the fact that I was doing it wrong. So, yelling at the clouds might not work 99% of the time--but maybe it has value. Maybe once in a while, these long threads, someone does help someone change their ways. One never knows. [But it usually is preaching to the choir, no doubt.]
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For my kids I try very hard to explain consequences. I probably don't talk enough about decisions--but I do try to hammer home consequences. If you do this, what will happen? Think 2 steps ahead not one.
Drove my father bonkers when he'd ask us a question and we'd respond with "what?" He'd invariably yell "OPEN YOUR EARS!" It was not outright anger but he just did not like us NOT paying attention to what was going on around us. Hyperfocusing on one thing while tuning out everything else... has its place but not everyplace. I've not quite done that with my kids but I've delighted in making them jump--means they weren't paying attention to the world around them. Maybe someday keeping their eyes and ears open will translate into "always be processing new information".
When I take the kids out driving, for driving lessons, I invariably will point to some pedestrian and "see that guy? ok, I want you to aim for him." Makes them think and question. And build their thought process. They will always be presented with bad decisions and bad encouragement.
Heh, when my daughter was younger, I used to stump her. I'd tell her something outrageous to do, and she'd respond "no", and I'd be like "YOU"RE TELLING YOUR FATHER NO?!" She just couldn't wrap her head around that one. Now when I do it she gets a defiant look when she knows that no is the right answer--and has no problem telling me "no". She knows it's a joke now, but I can see the spark of confidence growing.
I didn't realize it at the time but when I thought I wanted to have kids, it wasn't kids that I wanted--I wanted to make
adults. Kids were part of the process, and a fun bit of life, but when I wanted to reproduce beings like my wife and myself, beings capable of enjoying emotions and life, what I really wanted to make was
adults. The end goal wasn't little kids that never grew up, it wasn't 18 and out of my house--it was 18-20-whatever--and ready to take on the world. Not sure I've done a good job at it, I think I realized this bit late in the process, but as they head into late teens it is becoming a joy to watch them make
adult decisions.