Growing up, I feared becoming my father. A man who, through entrenched generational conditioning, struggled and failed to nurture his son in restorative and healthy ways. Now, I was responsible for guiding a little person’s heart away from ideas I experienced as unskilful, oppressive, numbing, dominant and harmful. I realised my duty, my front line, was to disrupt as much as I could the narrative of patriarchy, self-betrayal, male dominance and aggressive power, which my son was already learning. Even at three years old.