Stability… it’s one of those things you don’t always notice until it’s gone.
I grew up in a safe environment. There was structure. Predictability. It gave me a baseline of confidence a sense that the world was manageable. That I could trust it and trust myself.
But when that environment became unstable, everything changed. Suddenly, confidence wasn’t something I carried it was something I had to fight for. Constantly second-guessing, looking for threats, wondering if I was safe not just physically, but emotionally. That’s the thing about instability: it doesn’t just disrupt your surroundings. It rewires how you see yourself.
And that brings me to parenting. Honestly? It might be the hardest job in the world. Because everything and I mean everything hinges on how you show up.
How you provide. How you respond when they’re scared. How you speak to them when they mess up.
If we give them safety and structure, they grow into people who take healthy risks and stand on their own two feet. But if we don’t, they might become emotionally dependent, constantly seeking validation or security from other people, especially in relationships.
The goal isn’t perfection it’s being present, consistent, and emotionally available. Stability comes from reliability, not wealth. When kids can count on you, they learn to trust themselves.
Having a solid foundation early in childhood gave me lasting confidence as I grew older. But I’ve also realized that during times of instability, especially in my environment, it left a mark shaping how I experience and navigate relationships today.