the errant behavior of adults and what they see fit has come to the surface today. I have been away of sorts and spent the previous day in the company of my own "monkey" as it were, and she and I had a pretty decent time of it.
Most people don't get along with teenagers, not even their own. Most people don't get along with any kids whether theirs or another's, and some people, like yours truly, get along for the most part but then lose it via sanity because they have reached their limit of exposure that day and/or are hurting and need peace and quiet and not the usual "gimme this" or "it's mine" crap that the wee ones bring to the table. My child is a heathen when she wants to be but no where near as corrupt and abusive as most kids her age, and though mouthy, she usually has a good reason for her own disdain. The only trick now is trying to get her to see she is not as invincible as she deems herself and to get her to listen more often and soak up knowledge rather than feeling she has acquired all she needs and let her run rampant through the streets like most parents and guardians do.
You see, we as child raisers seem to think our jobs lie in giving them what we got. The "If it was good enough for me..." concept. No more no less. But I am a believer of giving them more, by instilling good behavioral patterns and such, which I might add is no easy feat. I don't want my kid to "have what I had" and suffer as I did. I let her have her say because I didn't and now have to teach her about knowing when it is worth voicing or should be left alone as quiet contemporary thoughts to herself. I didn't let her run the streets after dark like I did because the world is much more populated and it isn't populated with angels and good Samaritans. I let her make the bulk of her choices because I was not allowed to do such and children don't learn consequences when they aren't held accountable for their actions or have repercussions for the choices they make. The flip side of that are the parents who let their children make ALL their own choices (too far to the "left" if you ask me) and cop out and go berserk when the little monsters suddenly don't fit into the scheme of things and others point out what little shits they are because they are the most unhappy little fuckers around. Children need boundaries and boundaries are just that-limits, and you don't let the a prisoner set his own sentence so why would you let the student decide where their classroom is going to be or what they're going to study?
I know of these parents and their errant behavior which sends a clear message to their children you are kissed and hugged but not loved because I didn't get hugged enough and now am going to make you responsible for your own actions from day one and blame you when shit goes wrong, though in actuality I am living vicariously through you and thinking with all the understanding and emotion of an ignorant six year old who didn't get their own way. The "I don't want to be a bad guy and only want to be your friend" parents who don't understand that you weren't put there to be their fucking friend! The word guardian means just that! It means protector and decider. A two year old should never decide what's for dinner or whether you (meaning you the parent here) can go to bed or where you travel. They aren't old enough and haven't acquired enough knowledge of the world and how it operates to be able to make sound educated decisions and keep themselves safe. They play with matches and "pokie" things and bring home diseased bugs and dead animals and such. They share hats and clothing with other children whose parents don't do their job and get those fun little disgusting bugs everyone has the heebie-jeebies about. These kids, if allowed to choose for themselves, will throw a tantrum and want to eat only cookies and candy and ice cream and chips and such. Basically, if ain't sweet-it ain't food. These kids grow up thinking the world owes them everything and find themselves sadly unhappy when realization strikes as it is sure to do eventually. I have never truly seen a happy toddler who's mother or father let them run rampant and control the house and/or who's diet consisted of their guardian allowing them to choose their meals and not teaching them proper eating portions or balance and nutrition. It isn't easy and such but if they don't want to parent maybe they should step aside and let those of us that do do their job for them! Even better, pay my ass and I will do it!
We have "old wive's tales" because they have been tried and tested for years and generations to come. "Spare the Rod; Spoil the Child" is not an excuse to beat the ever loving shit out of your offspring, but rather a truth, in that when your child tells you "fuck you" or "I don't wanna" you can flick their lip or punish them accordingly (I always make the punishment fit the crime). If they leave the barn door open and the animals out then I would make them open and shut that damn door 100 times until they figured out those two go hand-in-hand! When a child throws a tantrum, you throw one back-the silent treatment-and walk the little shit out of the frigging store/restaurant/shop/host's place and let them ask or figure out why the activity was curtailed. They do catch on. Quit raising assholes and the world will look a little less disdainful~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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