kick her thirty-year-old pot-head son out of her guest room and make him get a job?â Thatâs a real common scenario.
âIf she didnât always bail that girl out, sheâd learn a lesson!â We all know helicopter parents.
âI canât believe she lets her child talk to her like that!â Iâm guilty of self-righteousness on this one. Iâve been tempted to jerk up a child I didnât give birth to after hearing him talk to his mother, my friend, like she is an idiot. Itâs one of my pet peeves. I have a very low threshold for this particular sin.
When someone shines a spotlight on our own issues, we always have reasons why our situation is âdifferent.â We are quick to explain why a suggestion wonât work for us. Sometimes, it really does help to get another perspective from a friend who knows you and your teenager. You have to feel comfortable baring your soul or venting your spleen to that person. This confidante must be able to resist the urge to share the story of your teenagerâs mistakes all over town. You must have faith in your friendâs counsel. Otherwise, there is no chance you will take her advice. If you choose to confide in a friend whose children are high-school dropouts, the problem may not be your teenager. It may be you. You may not have good sense yourself. It happens.
Bottom line: when my kids idolize friends or relatives who make bad choices, it makes my job so much harder. Isnât parenting challenging enough without people deliberately trying to sabotageyou? I bet you have some friends or relatives like this in your own life. Itâs as common as shower curtain mildew. With friends and relatives mucking things up, who has time to worry about interference from famous people you donât even know? And have you seen some of the reality shows on television, by the way? Whose reality would that be? I am proud to say that I donât know anyone like those people on TV.
Before my kids were teenagers, other peopleâs opinions didnât matter much. Their words were just white noise in the background of our lives. No way could they rock our little world. To toddlers, Mama knows everything. Sheâs always right. If she needs backup, thereâs always Dad. If I said, âTry thisâitâs delicious,â my childrenâs mouths would open like baby birdsâ.
My three children had absolute faith in me. I had all the answers. If I said, âYouâre okayâyouâre not hurt!â they would nod even if blood was trickling down their legs. Mama knew when the water was too shallow to dive, when the drink was about to spill, how to build the perfect fort, and how to make an A on a book report. Life was simple then. I was a goddess on the home front, revered by my children for my mind-reading abilities, my talent for fixing broken toys, and my gift for reading aloud with different charactersâ voices. Those kids rushed the front door when they heard my key in the lock like I was Justin Bieber at a middle-school dance. My children were eager to share their thoughts and experiences with me, and they were anxious for my endorsement of every new endeavor. Those were good times.
Even back then, well-meaning relatives often dipped their oars into my parenting waters, but it wasnât hard to bring my kids into line. Iâd say to them, âI know your grandparents let you do that, but who is the boss of you?â
âYou are,â theyâd admit, reluctantly.
We called it âdeprogrammingâ when my kids returned from an anything-goes grandparent outing. One of the hardest things to do as a parent is to stand up to oneâs own parents and tell them they canât do something with your kids because it is unsafe or unwise or simply because you have chosen to go another way. No matter how old the grandchildren, parents, and grandparents are when that happens, itâs tough to do.
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