My children sometimes think I’m mean.
They don’t always appreciate my methods of doing things.
Raising children in a culture of indulgence
is challenging. I am often made to feel
like a lesser parent or even unkind for rejecting the urge to spoil and indulge
my children. I find this…perplexing. For me, indulgence would be the easy
path. To me, figuring out different
approaches to reinforce respectfulness and responsibility is where the real
work is. Finding subtle ways to help your child come to morally correct
conclusions without just straight-up telling them exactly WHAT to think takes a
cleverness that is sometimes daunting.
Saying yes is easy.
Saying no and helping your child understand that your no is BECAUSE
you love them is difficult. Finding ways
to convey that because they are valued so dearly, you want them to always be
surrounded by goodness and light, and that materialism and egoism ISN'T goodness
and is in no way luminous is formidable.
THAT is what keeps me up at night. THAT is what brings me to tears
of frustration and self doubt. The constant wondering, am I up to this
task? In this society? In this world? How am I to accomplish
this?
What indulgent parents don’t seem to always understand is that, for
parents like me, “no” is NEVER due to being bothered by our children. We’re not saying “no” because we’d just rather
not have to deal with something—or would rather not spend the time or money on
them. There is usually an endless stream
of much grander reasons behind every no:
No. I will not do that for you.
I want you to be strong, independent, contributory humans. If I don’t require you to do things for
yourself, I will be planting in you a seed of helplessness. This helplessness could then take root, and ultimately
threaten and thwart your autonomy, dignity, and self-confidence. It could haunt your entire existence.
I will help you, though. And, I will encourage and support you. I will do my best to inspire you. I will teach you. I will cheer for you. I will help you get you
the tools you need to do it yourself.
No. I will not spend my time or
resources in that way.
Because, doing so shows a lack of respect for the time spent acquiring
those resources. And, I want you to
ALWAYS understand that you are precious and your time is valuable. Allowing you to squander mine or your father’s
won’t convey that.
I will make every attempt to help you discover a reasonable
alternative. I will meet you in the middle. I will use all of my creative powers to help
you find a solution that teaches you to respect BOTH your time AND your
intellect.
No. You may not play that video
game or watch that movie.
I want you to always value life.
And, if there is even the slightest chance that exposing you to
something like this would do anything to lessen the deep and profound awe for
the gift of life that I have worked so hard to cultivate in your young mind,
then I reject it completely. If, by
exposing you to these sorts of “games” or films will in any way send the
message that women, laws, or life are not to be respected—then I want no part
of it for you.
I will happily help you to be entertained though! Let’s pop in the WII fit and play a little
baseball or do a bowling challenge! Or,
how about going outside to ride bikes! Or--I
do weekly research on the best books coming out for your age group in several
genres—let’s see if there’s one that sounds like enough of an adventure to
chase away this rainy, boring day. We
can read it together. Or build
something. Or create. The alternatives are endless.
No. I will not buy you that.
I want you to always shun materialism, as to indulge in it, will
create in you a starving void that cannot ever be filled with even an endless
supply of ‘things’. I desire so ardently
for your life to be like a rich soil where blooms of every color and variety
are constant. Allowing you to be
swallowed by the whale of materialism will not allow your life to bloom.
I will take you somewhere, though.
Let’s go. Let’s experience. I will show you as much of this world as I
can possibly afford. I will introduce
you to different cultures and different sorts of foods. I will work tirelessly to expand your mind
and world view. I will delight in my
time with you.
No. Even though the situation
is a difficult one, I will not tell you what to do.
I want you to always think carefully and deeply about things. I want you to weigh pros and cons. I want you to put yourself in the shoes of others
when trying to discover the best solution for personal conflict. I want you to always pause and think before
proceeding. Life isn’t about the quick
answer. Telling you what to do is
offering you that, which is a terrible disservice to you.
I will help you talk it out though.
I will help you noodle it. I will
bring my experience to the problem. But,
ultimately, you need to take that experience for what it’s worth, and come up
with a solution that is uniquely yours. This
will be infinitely more satisfying for you in the end. You can do it. I promise.
No. I will not cancel my
anniversary trip or date night with your dad.
I want you to always enjoy deep and beautiful relationships. I want you to always give those relationships
the honor and respect that they deserve.
Your relationship can set your soul aloft. It can help you evolve. It can challenge you. Love can inspire you to aspire to your
greatest self. Love, in the form of
romantic relationships, is a particularly gorgeous sort of blessing.
I will always teach you to take tender, gentle care of your
relationship by modeling that for you.
Always.
No. I will not speak for you.
You have a voice. You need to
use it. Your voice is not my voice. You need to find a way to say what needs to
be said, even when it’s difficult. You
need to find a way to express yourself in the way that is uniquely yours. I love you.
If I speak for you, you may one day allow others to do the same.
I will help you find your voice, though. I’ll encourage you. I’ll make every effort to build your
confidence. I will listen.
I love my children. They are
the only two people on the face of the planet whom I loved at first sight. I looked at them and loved them with a fierceness
that was almost terrible in its magnitude.
I can’t even remember what it feels like not to be a mother. They are somewhere in my every thought. They are my every breath. They have been loved and considered in every
aspect of my life since the moment I knew of their existence.
I love them far too much to spoil or indulge them in ways that will
hinder their growth and spiritual evolution.
Because of this, they may not always like me.
And, I’m ok with that.
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