One of the scariest things about parenting is how little control you really have over outcomes for your kids. I have watched my kid make bad decisions and there’s just fuck all I can do but hope she learns from the experience and isn’t too badly hurt by it while giving her all the love I can.
I’m not talking about falling down the stairs of course; certainly nothing safety related. But decisions with friends, academics … you can model good behavior, your can inform, you can supply incentives, and consequences, but end of day, it’s their life.
I mean my mom is a raging Qanon, Trump loving, anti-vax (recently), evangelical and I’d happily vote for Bernie and got my last round of boosters a few days ago, so it goes both ways I guess.
If you’ve got a better idea for what to do with pension contributions we’re all ears.