I considered that my entire life until my parents died. My mother was a child educator. She worked in many facets of the industry from teaching all ages of kids and adults to academia to managing private education institutions. It was her life.
When she died I found journals she had kept on each of her kids development from her professional point of view. She had never shared these notes with anyone. It was beyond fucking weird to be honest. A lot of things were very obvious, many weren’t and were revelational.
Anyway, my youngest sisters personality flaws were present on arrival.