Okay Moms and Dads, sit down and get ready because I have some serious news that may be shocking to some of you- your child, your pride and joy- is NOT perfect. I repeat, they’re not perfect!
And guess what? Neither are mine!
In fact, they’re all far from perfect. So are you, so am I.
When your child pushes my child on the playground, it is not instantly my child’s fault. And, furthermore, I promise that if my child is being the jerk, I won’t blame your child either. Even when you’re child jumps back up and pushes my little darling back. Chances are, unless things get out of hand, I won’t even intervene. And chances are even better that our children will be the best of friends again in 3.2 seconds flat.
When my child doesn’t pass in an assignment on time, I won’t rush to the school and blame the teacher. Instead, I will sit my child down and have a discussion on responsibility. I am THAT Mom.
When my son forgets his Ninja Turtle lunch bag at school, I won’t call the janitor and beg him or her to let me in to get it. Instead, my child will take a brown paper bag tomorrow, and the next day, until he finally remembers to bring his lunch bag home.
When my daughter is grounded from her xbox because she grabbed the controller and smacked her younger sister, I won’t cave just because of a forced apology and an adorable set of puppy dog eyes. Instead, she will watch her younger siblings play for a few days while being reminded of why she cannot.
On the other hand, when my child finally loses their cool and, after many weeks of asking them to stop, finally retaliates against the bully that has so kindly chosen her as their target- I will not punish her. The school may, but I will not.
I see so many parents coddling to their little prince or princess, and I cringe each and every time. I’m not one to judge another parent, and I’m not, but I worry for the child.
For the child whose parent is at the school daily because their child received a low mark, or was rightfully punished. What a laugh their university professor will have years down the road.
For the child who cannot wash their own work uniform, because hey, Mom always did he laundry and never taught me how.
For the child who is in mountains of debt because they never knew money wasn’t endless, afterall, they got everything they wanted as a child.
For the child who is crushed when they face their first rejection, because in school “fair play” meant everyone made the team!
We are so sensitive, too sensitive, around and towards our children- and the only people who will suffer for it in the end are our children.