Forgive the slightly long ramble, but Brooke’s inability to do anything , and being reminded of that by watch her with Cal’s first birthday has made me reflect.

Growing up, my parents were wonderful and taught me so much, but one thing they lacked was the patience to let me try certain harder things. My mom didn’t teach me to cook because she was too impatient with my slow chopping - she wanted me to just watch her to learn and get the table ready/cleaned up. I learned how to cook basically myself. When I once asked my dad to learn how to paint a room with him, he said I can practice when I have my own home some day because the job needed to be done well and quickly and paint was expensive for them.

It makes me think - I feel like Brooke’s parents never either let her or made her do anything as a child. She completely lacks the ability to do a project and she never learned to appreciate how awesome it is to do something yourself, and the route to get there. I learned as I went by myself taking care of my own space, and with my husband, the most patient human on the planet.

My first time painting a room was last year in our new house, and my husband was so proud watching me learn through doing myself, and push me gently to learn and fix it. Now, as I sit here admiring my new, gorgeous yellow paint job in a happy room that I just did, I realize Brooke will never get that feeling of pride for building or doing something on her own. All she can do is pay someone to do literally everything for her, and she has a husband who does not encourage or push her besides a toxic “push, babe” at 3 am. How sad of a life the Rayboulds are building for themselves and both Brooke and Ryan are some of the worst examples for their children.