I am the mean parent. I am the one who devises most of the rules. I am the one who insists on following the rules. And when the rules aren’t followed, I am the one who has something to say about it. Why is that?
Could it be race?
Am I applying to Simone and Nadia what I was taught as a child? You’re black, which means you have to work twice as hard as other children.
Does it have anything to do with black women raising their daughters and loving their sons? You’re a black woman, so you need to learn how to be self-sufficient and self-disciplined.
Or, is it a difference in parenting personalities? If I am the bad cop, then Ken has to be the good cop.
What do you say?