In Avishai Margalit’s book “The ethics of memory” I came across this thought: “The test of the liberal, in my view, is in his acceptance of another’s right to make his or her own big mistakes. It is easy to adopt a tolerant attitude toward mistakes made by people to whom we are basically indifferent. But it is difficult with regard to people we care about, perhaps most of all with regard to our children.”

Love is intolerant and parental love is the most intolerant love of all. Nevertheless my parents accepted my big mistakes. The war is not over yet, but I’m very much afraid I’m winning.