Setting Limits

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My training is in early childhood development, so I've been wondering lately how Mr. and Mrs. Trump produced a person like Donald. I'm sorry his parents are not here to see the bungled mess they created. That's what happens when a child intimidates and frightens his parents. When no one stands up and says 'ENOUGH!' 

For one, I'm guessing they never set limits or appropriate consequences for any negative behavior. If, as a toddler, he had temper tantrums, they gave him whatever he wanted whether it was more ice cream or a toy of his brother's. They failed to provide consequences for hitting or biting another child or pulling down a little girl's pants. By the time he was in school, if a teacher called a conference because Donald neglected to hand in his home work or threw a pencil in another child's eye, Donald's parents probably got the teacher fired. 

Did Donald get into trouble in high school? Probably several times. The answer for them was to put him in a different school or hire a tutor so he could stay home and eat junk food all day. When you are given everything you want, there's no point in stealing, but if Donald did break a law, his parents probably bailed him out. We don't have much information about his teen years, but I'm guessing he wasn't a nice guy.

Don't get me wrong. I've no pity for Donald. He has become the picture of failed parenting. For all time. He will go down in history as the worst human being on earth since Hitler. No redeeming characteristics. Just looking at him gives me the creeps. 

It takes time, intelligence and patience to create a nurturing, loving environment. Either his parents had no ability to create such a home, or were overwhelmed by Donald's dreadful behavior. 

It's going to take an entire country, millions of people to set limits for this monster. We can't hold our breaths and hope for the best. 

Comments

  1. AnonymousOctober 11, 2025 at 12:36:00 PM CST

    Well said. And from what we know of his father, Donald had a terrible role model. Trump senior was a bully and a cheat who prided himself on always outmaneuvering anyone he did business with and taught Donny how do the same. They both had their "fixers" to do their dirty work and thought it was "manly" to beat others into submission. How could Donald have turned out otherwise?

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  2. Pat BusalacchiOctober 11, 2025 at 12:37:00 PM CST

    That was so well done; I think you hit all the nails on their heads!

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