Thursday, August 4, 2011
All you moms, and probably Cheeseboy, will get it right off the bat. Summer. That's right summer when all the kids are out of school. Unruly, noisy, screaming, chair pulling, brats are out and about with their beaten down parents.
When did parents stop being parents? When did the kids decide to take over the earth and rule by shrill screams and slaps to the face? I think it was about the time, duh duh duh.......don't shoot me here, but I have a sneaking suspicion it was when parents decided to be their kids' friends and not their parents.
Kids need boundaries folks, as a matter of fact they crave them. The way I see it walking through life with no boundaries is kind of like walking along a wooden bridge 300 feet over a canyon without handrails, not the canyon, the bridge.
We all have to live by limits. We all have to be respectful of others and that begins with little ones. It's really not the kids' fault that they're running around screaming like little stuck pigs, it's the fault of the parents.
It was all I could do today to bite my tongue while the wild bunch of kids ran, screamed, threw, and fought in Starbucks for what seemed like hours this morning. All the time the mom and dad were saying "Stop that," "you need to be quiet," "leave your sister alone," and my favorite of all time, said over and over, "if you do that one more time...." It's funny, the parents never said what was going to happen if the kid in question did that one more time. It's no wonder the kids kept at it until the frazzled parents grabbed a kid under each arm and left Starbucks crying themselves.
You could hear a collective sigh of relief when the family exited the store. If those kids act that way now, when they're 4-7, what in the hell are they going to be like when they're teenagers? What will they be when they're grown? Congressmen and Senators?
I'm by no means a perfect parent. My kids will tell you flat out that little fact. But something my kids did only once, maybe twice (except for the one with the disability) was to question what I said, at least in my presence. They knew I meant business. They knew their limits. They knew I had duct tape and I wasn't afraid to use it.