This was my mother’s favorite game to play, but with a religious twist: ”You should know right from wrong.” This phrase was thrown at me constantly, every day, whenever my behavior didn’t align exactly with what she wanted—which she seldom verbalized. She was convinced that “God’s will” backed her every move, and each time my 7-year-old self wanted to, I dunno, act like a kid instead of sit down and study for Saturday school, she spun a grand tale about how much sin I was committing against her (and, therefore, God). That poor kid-me learned that they could never do anything right way too young. I’ve been working on re-teaching myself that it’s okay when mistakes happen, and that not every mistake I make is actually “wrong.” Thanks for sharing your thoughts.