Healing Out Loud: Why I’m Choosing to Parent Differently

Undoing the silence I grew up in—one choice at a time.

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I didn’t know I was parenting differently until I caught myself doing something that felt… foreign.

My baby cried in the middle of the night—not from hunger, not from discomfort, just that tired, clingy baby cry—and instead of urging him to settle himself or bracing myself with tension, I picked him up. No thoughts. No resistance. I held him. Rocked him. Hummed gently until his body relaxed against mine.

It felt revolutionary.

Not because it should be, but because the little girl inside me had never been held like that.

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Being the eldest daughter shaped me in ways I’m still unlearning.

I was the helper, the fixer, the one who “should’ve known better.” I was praised for being strong but punished for being soft. I learned to perform peace, to hold chaos like a secret, to never be the burden—even when I was breaking.

So when I became a mother, I had a quiet, terrifying question sitting in my chest: How do you raise a child when you’re still raising yourself?

No one prepared me for how much parenting would bring my own childhood to the surface.

The sensory memory of silence.

The guilt when I rest.

The tightness in my chest when I say “no” without explanation.

The way I flinch at my own anger.

But here’s the thing: I decided that I won’t pass on what I didn’t ask for.

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I’m learning to parent with presence instead of perfection.

When I’m triggered, I pause.

When I feel rage bubble up, I remind myself that my child is not the cause—he’s just revealing a wound.

When I mess up, I say, “I’m sorry,” not “because I’m your mother.”

I sit with my feelings now. I cry. I journal. I say out loud what younger me needed to hear.

Because healing out loud is how the cycle ends.

Not with shame.

Not with pretending.

But with awareness, repair, and a thousand tiny, daily acts of choosing differently.

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If you’re reading this and you were the one who kept it all together…

If you were the emotional sponge, the stand-in parent, the responsible one…

I see you.

You’re not weak for doing things differently.

You’re not ungrateful for questioning the way you were raised.

You are brave—so brave—for choosing to heal instead of repeat.

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A gentle challenge for you this week:

✨ Identify one moment where you can choose softness over survival.

✨ Say the thing you needed to hear as a child—to yourself or to your child.

✨ Let repair be louder than performance.

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Let’s talk about it.

Are you parenting differently than you were raised?

What has surprised you the most about your healing journey?

Share your story in the comments or forward this to someone who needs the reminder: You can be the change without carrying the shame.

We’re healing out loud here. Together.

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