Do you remember what it was like when you were a kid and the school year was about to begin? It was fun! And this is coming from someone who struggled at math every day for 18 years! Even so, I looked forward to another year of school. My mom always made it exciting. We would go school supply shopping, get some spiffy new kicks and a home perm if we were good, or bad. Depends on how you look at it. I was not thrilled about that part, but I was most certainly looking forward to my fancy new swag and new beginnings.
Starting school meant a new start with a new teacher and a brand new class of kids. Yes, there were the giant assholes and the teacher’s pets. And sure, some teachers weren’t the most desired educators while others were placed high on a pedestal. If you got one of those it was a bonus. Ultimately, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t up for discussion either way. You got who you got and were set free with only two options, sink or swim. Sometimes I sank. Other times I flew. I was left to my own devices and my parents didn’t hover. I got picked on. I stunk at math. My third grade teacher didn’t care for me and I could tell. But every teacher that came before her and after did, so there. My parents told me to suck it up and try harder when I struggled and praised me when praise was due. The teacher was always right, even when she wasn’t and I respected the folks that my parents entrusted to teach me and guide me because that was their job and that is what you do.
That is what I do anyway.
People are always complaining about how whiny and entitled kids are these days. I am going to sound exactly like my mom here because, “I have a newsflash for you.” The parents are the problem and something needs to change.
Parents no longer send their kids to the school of hard knocks. Parents hover and enable and baby their babies. I get it. We are all doing the best we can and I know it is never a good parent’s desire to harm their child. We all want our kids to thrive and succeed. However, the constant interference and helicopter mentality is destroying any child’s chance of learning how to cope in real life situations. Fast forward 20 years, and parents are scratching their heads asking themselves where they went wrong because their adult child can’t hold a job, manage life and contribute to society as they should.
Parents are obsessed with accommodating their child, making sure no level of discomfort is ever felt and don’t even get me started with the word bully. Another blog topic for sure. Take notes. Kids don’t need much. They need food, love, shelter and an education. They need to be taught that life isn’t always easy. They need to feel pain, so when they survive it and step out on the other side, they can recognize that what doesn’t kill you really does make you stronger. Kids need to be told when they are wrong and called out for their bad behavior. Another newsflash for ya. Our teachers can be right and our kids can be wrong.
Don’t ruin it for your kid. Bite your tongue and let your child experience a little bit of life without you. They will be fine.
I am not a teacher so I can’t speak from experience, but I am friends with several and have a Facebook account. We are in the throes of an epidemic. I think teachers don’t get the respect they deserve and it is one of the many things that pisses me off these days. It perpetuates this entitled behavior we see in our youth and it’s time to shut ‘er down! Parents, step back and let the teachers teach. It takes a village! For the love of Pete, I’ll take all the help I can get. When that final bell rings, that is when we get to step back in the ring. That is when we clock back in on the job. After all, we have the most important teaching job of them all. We get to teach our kids how to be human beings.
Final thought. The next time your child comes home and is upset because a teacher or student picked on them or made them feel bad. Rub their back and listen and then respond with two words. “That’s life.”
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