Jan 07, 2008 19:09
Nicole spent the weekend in NY with me, and the two of us were talking about children and our parents and what we would do differently if we had children. And while Nicole and I agreed we would be more open about sex and drugs with our children, I started to think about the way my parents raised me. And while I resented the fact that I had to prove that there were parents at the houses I was going to, and I loathed the fact that I couldn't have any boy come up to my room unless I kept my door open...I realize now...thank fucking GOD I had some boundaries.
Other adults used to call my parents "too harsh" and warned them that their kids would hate them if they kept up their strict rules. Well, honestly, looking back at what my parents did, I realize I am fucking thankful. Sure, I could drink if I wanted to and smoke pot if I chose. But my parents made it really hard, if not impossible to do that while I was a pre-teen and a young teenager. They also prevented me from making stupid decisions before I was ready to deal with the consequences. When I was in middle school, the only boy's house I could be over without my mom calling first was Nick's. And she was right to do that because had she not I probably would have made bad decisions that would have had serious consequences.
Nicole and I laughed, sharing stories about how our moms would get mad at us for things that most parents ignore nowadays. The things I see kids getting away with, I would have been beaten black and blue for. But Nicole and I agreed...amen for our parents.
Sure, if I raise kids I will be a lot more open than my parents. But they are going to have strict rules until they are ready to handle the consequences of their potential mistakes. My twelve year old daugher or son will not going to random places with random people at all hours. However, my sixteen year old daughter or son (if I think they're mature enough) will have a lot more free reign.
I may have hated what my mom and dad did when I was growing up...but thank fucking god they did. Otherwise I'd have no idea where I'd end up. So seriously, if your parents were assholes when you were a kid...understand it really WAS in your best interest. The reason, at least this is how I feel, that I have no real vices and no huge issues is because my parents scared the living SHIT out of me when I was growing up. I couldn't wear makeup until midway through 7th grade, and even then I could only wear some cute kiddie eyeshadow and some lip gloss. And that's all I fucking needed!
Also, my parents made me stick with basketball (well they didn't make me, but they fucking encouraged it) because they realized that without something to stay focused on, kids turn to illicit activities for fun. And it's FUCKING TRUE!
Every day in when my mom came home and if I had done something wrong, I nearly wet my pants. Why? BECAUSE MY MOM SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME.
Nicole and I were beaten when we fucked up....thank...god.
Now I'm friends with my mom and dad...kinda. Because I'm old enough to.