Personal Narrative: My Parenting Style

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The Person I have chosen to write this forum on is my mother. I grew up in a home where her parenting style was very authoritative. This has strongly made an impact on my life and how I am perceived by my friends and others. My mother was very consistent with boundaries however; she was always open to discussion. My mother had furthered her education in child and family services and therefore, implemented many skills in our home. She used redirection as discipline and positive reinforcement for proper behavior. My mother gave me chances to explore, experiment, and grow on my own, but was always available. When I was younger my mother would take me to the park and let me play on my own but she was always nearby and accessible. I was always

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