“How dare you tell people what ‘harm’ is?”
“Some of us grew up with parents who used ‘lessons’ as an excuse to be cruel.”
“This is why kids cut contact with their parents.”
And you know what? I get that, too.
Because here’s the secret I didn’t put in the first post: I don’t just teach my daughter to change tires. I also apologize when I screw up. I also tell her, “You can say no to me. You can tell me if something I did felt wrong.”
Self-reliance without emotional safety is just another version of fear.
Emotional safety without any expectations is just a padded room with no door.
The balance is messy. It’s uncomfortable. It’s supposed to be.
If you’re still reading this, maybe you’re a parent. Maybe you’re a teenager. Maybe you’re someone who still feels a knot in your stomach when you think about the way you were raised.
I can’t fix that with one viral story.
But I can tell you this:
Teaching your kids to be capable does not make you a monster.
Letting them struggle with something hard, while you stand nearby and refuse to “rescue” them too fast, does not automatically put you in the same category as the people who truly hurt their children.
At the same time, if your child tells you, “That didn’t feel like love,” you owe it to them to listen. To adjust. To grow.
That might be the hardest skill of all.
My daughter knows how to change a tire.
She also knows how to call me out when I’m being over the top.
Both of those things will keep her alive in different ways.
You don’t have to copy my exact lesson.
Maybe for your kid it’s learning to budget, cook, ride the bus, or speak up to a teacher. Maybe it’s teaching your son that asking for help is not weakness. Maybe it’s teaching your daughter that saying “no” is a full sentence.
You can disagree with my methods. You can argue with this whole story. Honestly, the debate might be the most useful part of all this.
But the next time your child says, “Why do I have to learn this when I can just tap a button and someone will do it for me?”
I hope you remember a gravel shoulder in the middle of Texas, a dead phone, and a girl who refused to wait to be saved.
And then you get to decide what kind of parent you want to be in that moment.
The one who orders the fix.
Or the one who hands over the wrench
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