Adult Childhood

As, Victor sleeps, tears are in my eyes, i see him in me; Many of the things i have done to him or for him, are elements that have made me who i am today, my anger are not mine, they are those carried over from my father, passed to me and unconciously passed on to him.
In every child is a message and every child is a paper, written are the fears, joys, anger of fathers and mothers, they learn from them and pass it on to their ownchildren, word for word, because that is what they were taught.When i was younger, i was often scolded by my parents, the scolding disciplined me, but it also built up some elements that i might eventually put into my children, some of which still haunt me till this very day, some that have made me better and some made me worse than i could have been.
As victor sleeps, i vow to break chains that make me do things i do, because i was taught that way.
Loving a child is not by just saying it, it reflects in how you discipline him as well.