My father was much like Mr. Yoshioka. He was respectful of me as a separate person, even as a young child.
Rarely was the time, except maybe in instances where I might endanger myself, did he step in and forcefully impose his will on me. As I grew older, I realized he actually guided me like a puppet, but because he listened to me and shared with me his own experiences along life's way and then allowed me to start making small decisions as a child first, then increasing my freedom gradually as I grew older, it allowed him to be there when I did make foolish mistakes along the way and pick me up, dust me off and give me to confidence to go forward again. Therefore, when I was the age to leave for college, I was quite confident (and rightly so) in my ability to face unknown situations with a good amount of reasoning ability. I had friends whose parents held them so closely, telling them what to do each step they made, that when they left for college they went wild! Sort of like keeping candy from a child and then expecting them to eat it in moderation when they finally had full bowls as an adult. I had learned lessons along the way, sometimes hard ones, but my parents were there to help at every turn. They NEVER said "I told you so." When I made a mistake, they simply said, "I know this is hard, I did something like this too when I was your age, but you can get through this" …. and then would offer some ideas about how to get me back on track. I guess because of that I never resented their authority but welcomed it. I knew they had "the power" as an adult and I was a child. But that power was always benevolent and nurturing. I have tried to do the same with my daughter and now that she has children, I think I did a good job because I see her parenting in the same way! I LOVED the character of Mr. Yoshioka in this book and held my breath many times fearing he would be killed by the evil forces.