Life. 

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It has been months since my last post. And it’s not an excuse, rather it’s just life. Things came up and they took priority over my ability to journal them. 

We wonder at times what a survivor of toxic parenting is like and how it affects their willingness to have a family or become a parent. Personally, I always knew I wanted children, but it never crossed my mind that having children would actually equate to becoming a mother. Seems like a silly thought at first but I think there is so much truth to that; the physical delivery and journey of pregnancy doesn’t make someone a parent – it makes them baby machines, not parents. 

The responsibilities, worries, lack of sanity moments and everything in between of being a mother meant nothing to me then. But it is so real now. Every part of being a decent and good parent is real: real hard, real emotional, real work, and real happenings. 

But the other side of being a parent that I did not give enough credit is the continued existence of the self. Yes, we are a mother, a parent, a caretaker – but all of this happens simultaneously while we continue to also being a woman or man, employee or boss, wife or husband, etc. And each and every one of those titles brings with it many many more responsibilities and duties, and wants and needs. 

And that’s what crept up in my life. 

I was so consumed and overwhelmed in trying to become a gentle parent that I forgot: first, I am me. 

I spent the last bit of 2016 reflecting and more importantly, making changes to my marriage to revive it. But also, tending to my own self. It’s crazy how little has been done yet how great it’s affected me and my marriage. There’s a lot at stake, and there’s a lot of work. But we’re making it work; and we’re enjoying it every bit of the way. 

Someone once asked if love and normalcy is possible for adult children of toxic parenting. Nothing is impossible. But it sure doesn’t mean it’s going to be easy. 

I like to believe that I am aware of my strengths and weaknesses but that doesn’t make me immune to the tides of everyday life carrying me whichever way it wants. I still overlook things, I still get emotional, physical and un-gentle. 

It’s about adopting a real, gentle lifestyle – not just gentle parenting. 

… This post is all over the place. It’s life though, isn’t it? 

Racism.

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It has been a couple of months since my last post, and the reason is simply: I was too busy mommy-ing. Today, though, I felt like I really needed to get something off my chest.

Growing up as a foreigner is not easy.  First off, when you are growing up, the immense pressure to fit in makes it that much harder to find out who you are.  Assimilation is so convenient and powerful – first it started with my clothes, then my friends, then my thoughts.  It eats away at you – little by little – and if you are like me, eventually it completely consumes you.

My husband is American, with little to no idea what his heritage truly is.  I am Vietnamese – I speak, read and write the language. But I also speak, read, and write English and French.  And like my husband, I don’t know my true heritage.

My husband has not dealt with racism – other than racist comments his family blurts out.  Usually, I smile politely when someone is being racist – it gets a little hard when these “someone’s” are your in-laws/family members/friends.  And I personally never saw the harm in it – I always justified it as “everyone’s racist, unless you act on it, it’s okay.”  But is it? Is it okay to be racist?

No.  The short answer is No.

It is NEVER okay to racist.  And when you’re a parent, it means that much more.

Racism starts in our thoughts. So if we can curtail our thoughts, we can change our perception and then, our behaviors.  Children are not born knowing races and colors – and I will ensure that my children are not going to be racist assholes.  This much I promise.

I am a parent and I am going to protect my children from ignorant fools who are out there bashing, degrading, belittling, name-calling, bullying, and hurting others by teaching them that that is wrong.  My children will not be racists.  They will not be jerks.

My children will learn to love, accept, understand and respect everyone.

Today – November 15, 2016 – I failed.  I did not stand up for me or my children’s heritage against racists.  Let this be the last time I fail.

Moment of Truth 

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Today I was a little distraught. I must have raised my voice a bit to my husband. Things don’t always go smoothly in life…especially about finances, big life decisions, travel and what to have for dinner… such nerve racking topics. 

My toddler was playing nearby, he must have heard the tone of my voice, because he put down his toy and came over to me and gave me a hug. He stayed on my lap for a little while. Put his head on my shoulder. And closed his arms around my neck. 

This is the reward of gentle parenting.

It is using empathy to teach empathy. 

Get out of my head.

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According to my mother, I was a very obedient child growing up.  She told me from my early days, as a toddler, she would place me on a high stool to feed me.  I was afraid of heights and would not budge during mealtimes, so feeding me was always easy.  “You were such a good kid,” she would tell me.  This used to make me smile.

While most adolescents struggle with an identity crisis during high school and college, I didn’t.  I never had to second-guess who my parents wanted me to be or become.  Finishing my degree and getting a job that pays were the most important things to them.  But the more I learned, the more I questioned. But I was not raised to question or have independent thought. Yet, in my younger days, I really believed that as I got older, my age would defy my parents’ grip on me and my thoughts.  No, that wasn’t the case.  They owned me.  They gave me life.  They sacrificed their lives, freedom and happiness, and I owed them.

Somewhere on my personal timeline, I grew up.  I started to have deeper, more complex thoughts.  I started to stand up for what I believed in.  I started to question my parents’ authority.  I started to challenge their restrictions and regulations.  I started to disagree with their lifestyle and decisions.  I grew up, but my parents didn’t grow with me.

My parents did not take well to my independence. You are such a failure.  What changed? Why are you so bad? Did we put you in school so you’d turn out this way?  Why are you this way? What’s wrong with you?  How dare you? You’re not allowed to do that or think that.  Why must you make my life so miserable?


Toxic parents do not know how to handle, appreciate, or live with their children’s independence. They need to feel needed. They need to have control over their children’s lives and thoughts.  They need to continue to make decisions for their adult children. They yearn to feel important and better than their children.  They live to criticize their children – but they only criticize out of love, they’d argue.

Children of toxic parents often feel like they don’t have a voice. Their opinions and different mindset is frequently met with ridicule or put-downs. They are often made to feel unimportant, unintelligent, or invisible. They are often compared to others, resulting in a hurt ego and a low self-esteem. And they can feel helpless and may lack personality.  They may look for satisfaction in the wrong places and are unlikely able to maintain a healthy and happy relationship. 

Even though I’ve started my healing process, I can still hear their voices inside my head.  They used to be much louder, overpowering my own voice at times, but they’re only whispers now.

Toxic.

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Am I in a toxic relationship?  Should I just leave? Do I need help?


So, today was an okay day. I had a long commute home; music was on in the car but I didn’t really like it. I complained a couple of times and the music was changed. Ugh… The sky is blue and the sun is shining – ugh it’s too bright and it’s in my eyes!  I just hate it in my eyes. It’s blinding! My seat belt is bothering me. I tugged at it and it is still tight. Ugh… I hate the seatbelt. I complained again. Music was changed again. I complained again; I got water this time. Anyway, we’re home. I  screamed. I didn’t want to be home. I’m tired but I want to go out, maybe Target or something, just to walk around. But no…we’re home. I may have complained a bit too much.

I’m now in my room. It’s lonely and quiet in here. My bed looks comfy, but I don’t want to be in bed. I want to go to Target! I want to walk around. I’m not tired enough for a bath or bed. He’s going to let me out soon, it’s going to be dinner soon. Oh, here he comes.

Fish? Why would you make fish on a day like this? If we go to Target, I’ll get chicken nuggets or something. Not FISH?! I don’t want fish. Oh no, I pushed it off the table. Ow. He hit my hand. I guess I deserved that.

And, I’m back in my room. I want chicken nuggets. Ugh. My eyes hurt. I’ve been crying. Why didn’t they ask me how my day was? Oh, my hand hurts. If I screamed louder, maybe she’ll let me out. Ok, that didn’t work.  Now my head hurts.

Oh, I’m supposed to say sorry when she comes. Then, I’ll get chicken nuggets.

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked.  What is wrong with me? I should grow up. Stop this crying or throwing a fit. People keep telling me I’m growing up.

“I’m sorry, mama.” I said.

We got to the dining room table.  There’s chicken nuggets.  Yum…I like chicken nuggets.


If I told you that the scenario above is between my husband and me, no one would hesitate to tell me to leave him. I may even get help!  But when you learn that it’s a toddler and his parents, all of a sudden the above scenario is applauded and encouraged with comments like, “that’s what I do with mine.” Why? 

“Oh you’re being oversensitive. You don’t know anything about parenting, I have 4 kids, I think I know what I’m doing. You just wait until they’re a little older, you will wish you had listened to me. I spanked my kids, I did timeouts, my children are fine. It’s parents like you that raise irresponsible and disrespectful adults. I discipline my children because I love them. Only I love my children this much. I sacrificed so much for them. I gave them life! How could I be hurting them?”

My mother said those words to me when I told her I won’t be adopting her parenting approach. That level of put-down and negativity is what I have been used to. Her toxicity overpowers her love, but I don’t think it’s entirely her fault; her mother said those words to her too. And I’m sure her mother before her, and so on and so forth. My mother loved me in the best way she knew how.

Toxic parenting is passed down from generation to generation.

Toxic parenting is more common than the common cold.  But we don’t see it that way, do we? In fact, it can be very difficult for someone to even realize or challenge how they were brought up.  Humans don’t like dissonance, and questioning one’s upbringing creates a lot of chaos.  How we are raised and what we are taught at a young age leaves invisible traces in our lives; these childhood events and experiences shape our mindset and value system, our confidence and ego, our expectations and needs.

We think we turned out fine, because we were raised to believe so. We think spanking and discipline makes the child happy and respectful, because these thoughts were instilled in us. We were raised to believe  timeouts corrected naughty children – that by isolating them, children will somehow turn good. And we can’t question or bare the discomfort that comes with questioning our upbringing because we were raised believing that our parents are always right and there is no challenging that.

Being a parent is the most powerful role you’ll ever be.  Don’t abuse your power.

Parenting is not love. Parenting is not discipline. Parenting is a journey, an education. You would think that as a parent, this is your time in life to be the teacher; the truth is, we never stop learning. Parenting is a journey in which you help your child explore the world that you’ve come to take for granted, while your child helps you explore the depths of your inner self. If we spend more time listening to and letting our children be children, instead of correcting their behaviors and aligning them with how we see fit, we can actually enjoy this journey of self-exploration that is parenting.

Positive and gentle parenting focuses on the emotional well-being of a child.  Happiness is deeper than a smile on their face, the applause from the numbers and letters they’re able to recite, or whether or not they hug and kiss you.  Happiness is the most valuable gift you can give your children and it starts with love, grows with understanding and ends by passing on the torch. For when a child is truly happy, they develop self-reliance and resilience. They grow into confident and capable adults who believe that they have control over their lives.  How you treat your children today will affect them and the generations of children to come.

When you practice positive and gentle parenting, you’re also focusing on your emotional well-being. You can’t teach gentle unless you’re gentle. You can’t teach positive unless you’re positive.

I was hit and I didn’t turn out fine. 

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Whenever I tell someone I practice gentle parenting, I’m met with a snicker and “I was hit as a kid and I turned out fine!”

What does that even mean? Are you happy? What does being happy mean to you?  Are you successful? Is that what being fine means?

Well, I was hit as a kid and I did not turn out fine.

No, people don’t turn out fine from being hit as a child, the cycle simply continues and overtime, we are made to believe that’s what parenting means. We attribute it to culture, traditions. We think it’s okay, it’s the right thing to do. If it’s the right thing to do, then why do you feel so guilty afterwards? Why do you need to justify the action, the discipline? And why doesn’t it take care of the problem? 

It doesn’t take care of the problem because it is not parenting. Any form of hitting, threatening, yelling, and screaming is abuse, regardless of your past and upbringing. Abuse comes in many shapes and forms: a husband who hits his wife, a man who threatens a woman, a teacher who yells at a child, or a child who smacks another child. Then why is hitting your children glorified as parenting?

If you want a child to learn how to kick a ball, you’d stand up, get a ball, place it on the ground, gently tap it with your feet so it moves, and say “look, I’m kicking the ball.” Or remember when your little one said “banana” for the first time? It might have sounded more like “baba” or “buhmama”, so you laughed and clapped and said “good job, let’s try again. Repeat after me: ba-na-na.” When you hit your child, you’re teaching him that it’s okay to resort to violence to solve problems. You’re promoting aggression. 

Children learn by observing, internalizing, understanding, and mimicking what they see and hear.

Empathize. Rather than hitting or spanking them, try to get down to their level, look them in the eye and actually ask them what’s wrong. Allow them to express their emotions.  Help them embrace their emotions.  Try to understand their side of the story; or maybe try to see if you can bring any positivity to the situation. Especially with younger children, their growing pains and limited communication skills make them absolutely miserable. Being the parent, you’re the only one they can go to for help and to vent, punishing them will just teach them they can’t come to you when they don’t feel good. Create a fostering environment: realize that the behavior is bad, not the child.

Use words they understand. Think about it, what is nice or not nice, what is good or not good. We understand because we’re adults. But children don’t get this abstract terminology. For example, if your child is hitting you, don’t say “be nice” – instead, say “Your hands are hurting me – ow. Please stop. Please be gentle.” and proceed to showing what gentle means.  Hitting your child to stop him from hitting you will only confuse your child.

Never underestimate the power of a hug. As an adult, we have bad days.  We unwind with a bottle of wine or a high-intensity workout or just by venting to our spouse and friends.  To balance our negative emotions, we look for ways to release the stress.  Like us, children have bad days and moments too.  They don’t have many options for stress relief; so, they resort to what they know: biting, hitting, lashing out, screaming, acting out, crying, etc.  All signs to show they need your attention.  What would you feel if someone punched you for being stressed or cranky?  The same logic applies to children.  Allow them to release the stress and bottled up emotions, given they are not hurting themselves or anyone else, and then offer a hug.

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Help your children grow into confident, happy, and self reliant adults by practicing gentle and positive parenting.