11 Old-School Parenting Rules That We Can’t Imagine to Follow Today

These days, young parents have tons of information about raising kids. There are books, websites, and experts offering advice on every little thing. They can even get consultations from specialists whenever they need. But our own parents didn’t have all that. They raised us based on what they knew and what they learned from their own parents. So sometimes, the way we were brought up can seem really different from what we’re told is best now.

1. Early marriage and parenthood go without saying.

In earlier generations, there was often pressure on young adults to marry and start a family at a relatively young age, and to have more than one child a couple of years after the start of the family. Today, there is more emphasis on personal and career development before settling down. And moreover some researches show that early marriage can lead to some family problems, like dissatisfaction with married life, experience of having lots of responsibility, lack of independence in family life.

2. A college education is an indicator of your status.

«You can’t find a good job without going to college!» Many people must have heard this when they were teenagers. And lots of us believed this, but now don’t even know where our college diploma is. More than 41% of people that finished college have jobs that don’t require this kind of education. Today, employers are more interested in the practical skills of their employees rather than their qualifications.

When you finish school, it may be wise to take a gap year to understand what you really want to do and decide if you actually need a college education.

3. Classes are good for kids’ development — the more, the better!

A very tight schedule can exhaust children, which is obviously not good at all.

Famous American teacher Douglas Haddad recommends that parents slow down and give their children time to discover their own talents, and then decide if they need additional forms of education.

4. Being plump is healthy.

Children that always finished their meals were praised, and being plump was believed to be healthy. But bad eating habits formed in childhood often result in weight problems and eating disorders.

5. Money can’t buy happiness.

We wish this were true, but life says otherwise: money can make you happier, no matter what other people say.

Parents should teach their children the basics of budgeting. This will help kids form the right habits in money management and reach financial success in their adult lives.

6. Not standing out from the crowd means being good.

Traditional parenting often enforced strict dress codes and grooming expectations, particularly regarding modesty and conformity to societal norms. This might puzzle us today as modern parenting encourages children to express themselves through their clothing, appearance and let them express their emotions fully.

7. Older children are responsible for younger ones.

Very often, older children had to spend a lot of time taking care of younger ones. Parents had to work a lot and there was no other choice. But older kids had to sacrifice their time with friends and hobbies for the needs of their younger siblings.

Psychologists say that sometimes when kids have to perform the duties of parents, it may lead to psychological problems: they might not want to have their own children.

8. Women are housewives and men are breadwinners.

In recent decades, gender roles are not as important anymore. Women today can build successful careers and men can go on paternity leave and manage things around the house.

9. There’s nothing more shameful for a woman than having children without a husband.

Wrong, again. Today, there’s nothing surprising about single mothers and they’re not frowned upon as they were 30 years ago. Very often, having a child without a husband is an informed decision made by a woman. More than that, in the past 30 years, the number of single fathers has increased 1.5 times.

10. Storks deliver babies.

Some topics were never discussed — like when kids asked where babies came from, parents often said that they were delivered by a stork. Because of this, young people would often get into their first relationship without any knowledge of their bodies. They only based things off of the advice they received from their friends and bits of information from books and films. All these experiences could lead to bad consequences, including problems with both physical and mental health.

11. Children should be seen and not heard.

In the past, children were often expected to remain quiet and obedient in the presence of adults. Modern parenting emphasizes the importance of children expressing themselves and their opinions, because self-expression is a vital component of a young individual’s growth. The development of self-esteem and confidence in children is frequently nurtured by their capacity to express their feelings with clarity and authenticity.

Every parent has their own way of raising children. Just like how every family has its own special traditions, parents have rules they think are best for their kids. Sometimes, famous people, like celebrities, also share their ideas about parenting. They might talk about what works for them and their families. But in the end, each parent decides what’s right for their own children, based on love and what they believe is best.

I Came to Support My Friend After Her Split with a Con Man, Only to End Up in the Same Trap Myself — Story of the Day

When I arrived to support my friend after she split up with a con man, I never imagined I’d be caught in a web of deception myself. Her tears and the details of her betrayal filled me with sympathy, but little did I know this visit would change my life forever.

When I first saw Marcella’s message, the words “horrible betrayal” seemed to leap off the screen. I felt an ache of sympathy as I read on, piecing together the story of her heartbreak.

Marcella was my longtime friend—sharp, perceptive, and cautious. I couldn’t believe someone had managed to fool her so completely. But here it was, spelled out in her shaky writing.

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The man, she wrote, had been a master of deception. He’d seemed sincere, a picture of charm and care, only to shatter her trust and vanish with all her expensive gifts.

“Oh, Marcella,” I muttered to myself, packing my suitcase. I couldn’t let her go through that alone, so I was ready for a long trip to cheer her up.

***

When I arrived, Marcella looked like a ghost of herself. Her hair was messy, her eyes red and tired, as if she hadn’t slept for days.

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“I just… I can’t believe he did this to me,” she said. “How could I be so stupid?”

“You’re not stupid, Marcella,” I said, sitting beside her and wrapping my arm around her shoulders. “He tricked you. Anyone could have fallen for it.”

She shook her head. “He took everything, Rachel. I trusted him, and he stole from me. Gifts, even money… just gone. I never thought I’d fall for someone like that. I never thought…”

“What did the police say?”

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“They just brushed me off,” she sobbed, wiping her cheek. “It feels like the investigation’s already over.”

“Marcella, I’m so sorry.”

After a long pause, she finally let out a heavy sigh and leaned her head against my shoulder.

“I hate to ask, but… could you stay with me for a few days? I have this project due, and I can’t focus. I just… I don’t think I can get it done alone right now.”

“Of course, Marcella,” I replied without hesitation. “Whatever you need.”

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“Thank you, Rachel,” she murmured. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

As I agreed to help her, a small part of me wondered if there was more to this story. But I shook the thought away, ready to support my friend.

After all, what are friends for if not to help us when we fall?

***

The next morning, I threw myself into Marcella’s project, letting the work fill my mind. The familiar rhythm of focusing on her tasks reminded me of our university days. Back then, she was the one who always turned in her assignments early, her name at the top of the class list.

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And me? I was the one by her side, offering last-minute help, happily researching while she shone. Those memories gave me a strange comfort.

By evening, I finally looked up, feeling the weight of the day’s work pressing down on me. That’s when Marcella appeared in the doorway, watching me with a half-smile.

“You’ve been at it all day,” she said, crossing her arms. “You should get out and take a break.”

“Maybe I’ll just go to bed early,” I sighed, rubbing my temples.

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“No, I know what you need. Go to that little café on Pine Street. They have the best donuts in town. I remember you could never resist sweets.”

I laughed, feeling my mood lift. “Alright, you got me. I’ll go.”

“Take some money, please,” she added, giving me some cash. “Just take it, please.”

***

Minutes later, I found myself stepping into the cozy café she’d recommended. It smelled like coffee and warm dough. I ordered a coffee and a donut, taking a seat by the window to enjoy a quiet moment.

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But then, I noticed him—a tall man in the corner, looking like he’d been waiting for someone. His intense gaze met mine, and he held it a little longer than I expected.

He had a look of quiet strength with just a hint of mystery. I felt a strange flutter in my chest.

Before I knew it, he came over. He glanced at his watch and gave a small, resigned smile.

“Guess my friend isn’t coming after all. Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” I replied, feeling a surprising flutter as he pulled out the chair across from me. “I’m Rachel, by the way.”

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“Vincent,” he said, extending his hand.

“So, do you come here often, or was this… a first-time donut adventure?” I teased, hoping to break the ice.

He laughed. “I come here once in a while. But it’s funny, I’ve never noticed the donuts. They’re really that good?”

“Oh, they’re life-changing,” I replied, lifting my half-eaten donut as proof. “I was having a long day, and honestly, donuts fix almost everything.”

He smiled. “It’s funny—sitting here with you, it’s like I’ve known you for longer than… what’s it been? Five minutes?”

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I felt a warmth spread through me. “Yeah, I feel the same. It’s strange, isn’t it?”

The evening drifted by in a haze of laughter and shared stories, both of us forgetting everything else. Hours felt like minutes, and by the time I finally glanced at my watch, it was nearly closing time.

“Wow,” I said, surprised. “It’s so late. I didn’t even notice.”

“Time flies when you’re with the right company,” he said softly.

When I finally left that night, I couldn’t stop smiling.

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***

During the day, I would dive into Marcella’s project, dedicating hours to get it done. In the evenings, Vincent and I met and walked around, enjoying each other’s company as the city lights flickered on.

Finally, after several days of work, I finished the project. Vincent and I decided to celebrate it with a nice dinner at a cozy restaurant. I felt light, almost giddy, savoring every moment with him.

“So, to us,” Vincent said, raising his glass.

“To us,” I echoed, clinking my glass with his. “And maybe to even more evenings like this?”

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He laughed, nodding. “I’ll drink to that.”

But just as I took a sip, a familiar figure caught my eye. Marcella was striding toward us, her face dark with fury, her eyes fixed on Vincent.

“Marcella?” I managed, unsure of what could happen.

She ignored me as her gaze seared into Vincent.

“How could you?!” she spat, barely containing her anger.

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Then she turned to me, her expression shifting to one of betrayal. “And you, Rachel! You knew, didn’t you? You knew exactly who he was!”

I was stunned, unable to form a response. “Knew… what? Marcella, what are you talking about?”

She let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, don’t play innocent! He’s the con artist, Rachel. The man who took everything from me.

OMG! My Vincent… a con artist? The same man who deceived Marcella?

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I looked at him, searching his face for answers, but he seemed unfazed.

“Marcella, please, calm down,” he said. “You’re letting your anger cloud everything. I told you from the start—you’re creating a version of events that suits your story. You wanted someone to blame.”

She glared at him. “You’re lying. Both of you.”

“Marcella, I didn’t know. I swear,” I said. “I… I would never hurt you.”

But without another word, Marcella stormed out of the restaurant, leaving an icy silence in her wake.

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I turned to Vincent. “Is… is it true? Are you really the one who…”

“Rachel, listen to me,” he said, reaching across the table to take my hand. “Marcella is twisting the truth. Yes, we had a complicated past, but she’s trying to tear us apart.”

His words sounded sincere, but a part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

“I don’t know what to believe,” I whispered, pulling my hand away. “Maybe… maybe I need to go talk to Marcella. Clear things up.”

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“If that’s what you need to do. But Rachel, don’t let her ruin this for us.”

With that, I left, the joy of our evening shattered.

***

When I returned to Marcella’s apartment, a feeling of dread settled in my stomach. As I stepped inside, Marcella and two officers were by the door.

“Rachel Parker?” one officer asked.

“Yes… that’s me,” I stammered.

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“We have a search warrant. Ms.Turner reported a theft of valuable jewelry, and we need to search your belongings.”

“Th-theft?” I repeated, my heart pounding.

“Please cooperate, ma’am,” the officer said, firm but polite.

In disbelief, I watched as they went through my suitcase. To my horror, one officer lifted a velvet pouch containing Marcella’s necklace and earrings.

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“That’s impossible,” I whispered. “That’s not mine.”

“Ms. Parker, do you have an explanation?” the other officer asked.

“I swear I didn’t take them.”

Just then, Vincent entered, his expression calm but focused. “Officers, I believe I can clarify. Marcella has been manipulating Rachel.”

Marcella’s eyes widened. “Vincent… what are you talking about?”

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“Marcella has severe financial issues. When I discovered how she was exploiting people, I left. That’s when she began blackmailing me,” he explained. “The night Rachel and I met, I was supposed to meet Marcella, but she set us up.”

I looked at Marcella in shock. “You encouraged me to go to that café. You wanted us to meet.”

Vincent nodded. “She even planted her jewelry in your suitcase to make it look like you stole from her.”

The officers exchanged glances. One spoke up, “Mr. Carter, do you have any proof?”

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Vincent played a recording of Marcella’s threats from his phone. Her voice rang out, cold and unmistakable.

The officer looked at me thoughtfully. “Ms. Parker, it seems there’s a misunderstanding. We’ll need Ms. Turner to come to the station for further questioning.”

Marcella paled, stammering, “You… can’t be serious! I’m the victim here!”

The officer raised a brow. “This recording raises enough questions. We’ll need clarification at the station.”

I took a deep breath. “Actually, officers, I don’t wish to press any charges.”

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Vincent nodded. “We’d rather resolve this quietly.”

The officers looked relieved. “Next time, be cautious about who you trust, Ms. Parker. And work out your issues without any more… soap opera scenes.”

They left, leaving an uncomfortable silence. Marcella looked down, finally murmuring, “Rachel… I’m sorry.”

I sighed. “I don’t know what to say, Marcella. This whole mess didn’t have to happen.”

Vincent placed a few bills on the table. “Marcella, this is for you. Maybe it’ll help you start over.”

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Marcella looked at the money, surprised. “Vincent, I… didn’t expect this.”

He said nothing, just gave me a nod. We stepped out of the apartment, leaving Marcella behind with a small amount of compassion.

As we walked into the cool night, Vincent took my hand, warm and steady.

I looked up at him. “So… what now?”

He smiled, his eyes hinting at mysteries yet to come. “Now, we find out what life looks like without secrets. Together.”

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