Me, at the nibling who left something right in front of the steps: Be careful.
Mom: Oh no, don't tell them to be careful! It places unreasonable burden on the child, as it makes them responsible of a potential future, and if they hurt themselves, they have to deal with that extra layer of responsibility, and it's very damaging to the child.
Me, who was raised in an environment that was nowhere NEAR are fluffy: What? I have a student who keeps balancing himself on his chair so far he fell four times, should I shut up? Should I do nothing and wait for him to hurt himself so that I can be held responsible for his stupidity???
Mom: When they do that, I tell them to stop because it annoys me. And it works.
Me: So, instead of placing the weight of consequences on them, you place the burden of your own emotions on them? They aren't responsible for how you feel.
Mom: I let them make their own experience. If they want to sit on the table, so be it.
Me: Well, people sitting on the table and putting their feet on the table where I eat doesn't sound appropriate.
Mom: You can clean a table.
At this point, my brother joined the conversation, stating in essence that those were bold words coming from someone who had us on a very tight leash.
Mom: So, I can't change my mind? I can't learn new things??? [Whole ass rant about how she is allowed to change]
Me, internally: Well, maybe start by acknowledging that you messed up with us, and apologising, that'd be nice.
