We give our children our voice without knowing it.
and they sound just like us.
Values and beliefs.
Even those that rebel can’t escape it.
They all end up in some capacity like the blank slate before them.
Weather does that to everything over time.
You can’t deny nature without great effort.
The things we do to our kids aren’t right.
Simply through living we tell them how to live and how others should live.
In our own biases we give them bias.
In our own hates we birth hate.
In our own love we birth love.
All of this through the words we choose so carelessly because we don’t know the impact they have.
Some do though, I guess.
Some realize the hate they give and the love they dole.
Some are aware of the biases they keep alive through another generation.
A mama’s boy and daddy’s little man.
Daddy’s princess and mama’s little girl.
All they want to do is please and when its all they know it’s so hard to come out of what’s ingrained inside of you.
You grow up knowing whats right and whats wrong through a keyhole.
It’s amazing what you see when you open the door.