Parenting has a sneaky way of holding up a mirror to your own upbringing. One minute you’re cutting grapes in half, the next you’re realizing you never once had anyone cut grapes for you—or ask if you were scared at bedtime, or even if you were okay. Watching your children move through the world, their innocence and openness on full display, can force some long-buried memories to surface. The uncomfortable truths about my own childhood didn’t come rushing back all at once. They arrived in small, quiet moments when my kids expected care, comfort, and compassion—and I realized just how unfamiliar those things once felt to me.
1. I Didn’t Know I Was Allowed to Have Big Feelings
My kids have meltdowns, and while exhausting, they always get met with acknowledgment and space to feel. I never had that. When I got upset as a child, I was told to stop crying, go to my room, or “toughen up.” Watching my children express big emotions so freely reminded me how often I swallowed mine. That’s when I started facing the uncomfortable truths about my own childhood and how they shaped my emotional habits.
2. I Thought Love Was Earned, Not Given Freely
When my child reaches for a hug after making a mistake, I instinctively offer love and reassurance. And every time, a tiny voice inside me wonders, “Am I allowed to do that?” Growing up, affection was tied to achievement or good behavior. It’s only through parenting that I’m learning love doesn’t have to be conditional. My kids taught me that unconditional love is the standard—not the reward.
3. Being Heard Is a Privilege I Didn’t Realize I Deserved
Sometimes my kids ask wild, nonsensical questions or talk for ten straight minutes about imaginary creatures, and I listen. But that level of attention feels foreign to me because I wasn’t always heard as a child. I learned early on that some voices mattered more than mine. By giving my kids space to speak freely, I realized just how much I missed having that myself.
4. I Was Taught to Keep the Peace—Even When It Hurt
One of the most uncomfortable truths about my own childhood is how often I was expected to stay quiet to avoid rocking the boat. I see my kids advocate for fairness, speak up when they feel wronged, and ask questions I never dared to. Teaching them it’s okay to disagree sometimes highlights how often I chose silence over conflict. And how that silence became a habit I still struggle with.
5. My Childhood Normalized Things That Shouldn’t Be Normal
When my child asked, “Was that safe?” after watching a scene in a movie that reminded me of something from my past, I froze. I realized I had accepted a lot of unsafe, unkind things as normal. Things like yelling, shaming, or fear-based discipline. Hearing concern from such a young voice forced me to confront how much I had internalized as “just the way it is.”
6. I Wasn’t Used to Being Apologized To
It was humbling to realize how hard it felt to say, “I’m sorry,” to my kids—especially when I knew I was in the wrong. Then it hit me: I hadn’t grown up hearing those words from adults. Apologies weren’t modeled for me, and accountability wasn’t part of the parenting style I knew. Now I make it a point to say “I’m sorry” when it’s needed, and in doing so, I’ve healed a small part of myself.
7. Joy Was Often an Afterthought
My kids laugh loudly, run around barefoot, and make messes that aren’t immediately cleaned up. Joy is everywhere. As I watch them enjoy simple things, I realize how much of my own childhood was focused on doing, behaving, and pleasing—less on playing or being fully present. One of the most sobering uncomfortable truths about my own childhood is how rare unstructured joy really was.
8. I Wasn’t Always Safe to Be Myself
Whether it was hiding my quirks, opinions, or interests, I spent much of childhood trying to fit someone else’s mold. My kids, by contrast, are wildly themselves in every way. They paint their nails while wearing superhero capes and ask questions about everything. I’ve worked hard to make space for their full selves—and in doing that, I’ve had to reckon with how little room there was for mine.
9. Trust Didn’t Come Easily—And Still Doesn’t
When my children fall and instinctively run to me, I’m honored. But that natural trust they show me has been hard for me to internalize in my own life. I learned to rely on myself early, not because I wanted to—but because I had to. Rebuilding that trust muscle in adulthood is ongoing, and parenting has made me painfully aware of how little of it I had to begin with.
10. Parenting Is a Second Chance I Didn’t Know I Needed
I didn’t start parenting with the goal of reparenting myself, but it’s happened all the same. These little humans give me the chance to do better—for them and, in some small ways, for me. The uncomfortable truths about my own childhood still surface now and then, but instead of pushing them down, I try to meet them with curiosity and care. Maybe that’s what healing looks like.
Parenting Can Heal the Past—If You Let It
Facing the uncomfortable truths about my own childhood hasn’t always been easy, but it’s made me a more intentional, empathetic parent. Each moment of recognition is a chance to break a cycle and build something better. Parenting isn’t just about raising kids. It’s also about unlearning, evolving, and sometimes, gently parenting the child inside yourself.
Have your kids ever made you reflect on your own childhood in surprising ways? What uncomfortable truths have you uncovered? Share in the comments.
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Catherine is a tech-savvy writer who has focused on the personal finance space for more than eight years. She has a Bachelor’s in Information Technology and enjoys showcasing how tech can simplify everyday personal finance tasks like budgeting, spending tracking, and planning for the future. Additionally, she’s explored the ins and outs of the world of side hustles and loves to share what she’s learned along the way. When she’s not working, you can find her relaxing at home in the Pacific Northwest with her two cats or enjoying a cup of coffee at her neighborhood cafe.
