Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

For Shame

                When I was in fifth grade, I received a poor grade on a math test.  We’re talking really poor, like a fifty or something along those lines, no higher than that for sure; an utter failure.  My parents would not have been happy with a failing grade on a test.  Would they have grounded me?  Maybe, maybe not, but they would have been ashamed of their dunce of a son that could not manage more than a measly fifty on a test.  So I hid it.  I was so full of shame that I hid that test in the top of my locker and I “buckled down” and wound up cruising through the rest of school with high honors.  Was that a scholastic turning point for me?  I don’t know if I would go that far, but I’m sure that if my parents praised everything that I did, good or bad, that I may have let that grade slide, not seen it as a sign that maybe I should pay attention a bit more and concentrate on my schoolwork, and instead continued down that slippery slope until I was asking “would you like fries with that?”

                Many of the decisions I made in my youth, and still make today for the most part, are made with shame in mind in the form of: “Will what I do bring shame to me and/or my family”?  By having that run through your head, it tends to take a bit of the impulsivity out of one’s actions.   I believe that that sense of shame is not a bad thing, instead coming from a general understanding of right and wrong and social etiquette.  Am I going to pick my nose in public?  No, because it is not socially acceptable and carries a bit of shame with it.  Am I going to sit on my ass and collect welfare for the rest of my life?  No.  Same reason. 

                There are many reasons that people can feel the opposite, having little or no shame.  They could have been brought up in a household where their parents had no shame, and therefore instilled none in their children, or they could have been brought up in a household with these new-age yuppie parents that think their children shit gold and can do no wrong.  All this does is lead to spoiled, entitled brats with little to no real skills or work ethic, or any real desire to better themselves because they’ve never had to.  Everything they have done has been good enough, and when you are perfectly willing to settle for “good enough” and that has even been celebrated by the adults in your life, it’s hard to transition to wanting to be better.  Is it a coincidence that you can usually spot the people that are long-term welfare abusers?  The people that have no pride or respect for their home or their appearance, the people that think that cat piss is just the new fragrance from Calvin Klein or the people that talk a lot on social media, trying to drum up an inordinate amount of support for everything they do in order to validate themselves.  This is because if they have lost the requisite amount of shame to not take long-term handouts from anyone, then they have probably lost the requisite amount of shame to realize that when your clothes are holier than the pope it’s time to retire them.  You can probably see a lot of these people around the first of the month at any Wal-Mart across the country. 

                This is in no way condemning everyone that is on public assistance as there are many different reasons that people are in that situation.  It is, however, condemning those that use public assistance (or anything they’re not working for such as child support or alimony) as their only source of income.

                Now, there’s a difference between shame and bullying.  First of all, no one should shame a child but an adult (preferably a parent), and an adult needs to realize that you’re not shaming someone to tear them down completely and leave them a puddle of tears.  Shaming a child, or telling that child that you are ashamed of them because of an action deemed reprehensible based on our social mores, should be done as a matter of fact.  “That test score is unacceptable, you are smarter than that.  Now you’ll have to buckle down and study harder” is much different than “You big dummy.  Do you want me to get Velcro shoes for you too, or can you handle the laces?”  Obviously tact is important in everything, but especially here where you are not trying to make an enemy of your child, but you are trying to make it so they realize that bringing home a test with a shitty grade (as in the example above) or just making poor decisions in general will cause you to feel ashamed. 

                This obviously will only work if you praise the crap out of them when they do something exceptional.  They’re a solid 90 student but pull out a 100 on an exam?  Go nuts with your praise and congratulations, not money, that’s silly, but praise will do it.  If you give them money just for getting good grades, then they will most likely grow up thinking that if they get good grades in college they are owed high paying jobs when they graduate, which is silly as no one owes anyone anything (the sooner your kids realize this, the better). 


                The endgame here is to get where I was in fifth grade, to have that shame take over to the point where your child wants to better themselves, not to the point where they want to kill themselves though, that’s silly.  The idea is to create a sort of self-policing within the child, so that they grow up and think twice about their actions, and what it could mean in the long run to them in terms of shame.  Let’s not forget about adults either, they could do with a healthy dose of shame themselves, isn’t that right Miley?

Friday, December 27, 2013

Dear Hayden

I know that this is far from what you would expect from this site.  Usually it is humor (or feeble attempts at it) and some light commentary.  My reason for doing this, and airing it in such a public forum is that my son is now six years old.  In a few years he will be more internet-savvy than I am (he’s already pretty good with a tablet or smart phone).  When he gets to that level of experience, he would probably do what most people do and Google himself.  I hope that this is one of the first entries that pops up, so that he can read this without his mother filtering it.  Bear with me, and I’ll get back to the humor next Monday, I promise.
 
Dear Hayden,

                Today is December 27, 2013.  It has been sixty-two days since I have seen your smiling face.  It has been twenty-two days since I have heard your voice.  In that span of time, I have tried repeatedly to remedy both of those situations.  I have asked to see you on multiple occasions and nearly twenty-two straight nights now I have asked your mother if I could speak to you and your brother only to be either ignored or flat-out told no.  Your mother wants me to give up on you, and I don’t know what she has told you, whether she has said that I already have or not, but believe me, that is far from the truth.  You were the reason I was there from the beginning, and you and your brother are the reason I will keep fighting every day.  This is not a matter of me versus your mother, this is just me trying to see you, to help raise you in the best way possible and to make the best of a bad situation. 

                I know that things are moving incredibly slowly since the day your mother took you from me, and I know that some days it can be hard, it’s hard for me too, but in the end we will be together.  All of the good times that we had in those five years you were in my care will come rushing back as our relationship is renewed.  We will pick up right where we left off, like nothing happened, like your mother didn’t secretly spirit you away and keep you from me for months.  We will make up for lost time and create new memories that will replace any negatives ones you may have of the last few months. 

                From the moment I met you I knew you were going to be my best buddy, that we would be inseparable, and for the good part of five years we were.  You were always by my side, helping me cook, shop or even at work, we were once the best of friends and we will be that way again.  Having you ripped away from me is like having a piece of my heart ripped away, in fact I would prefer that, as everyday without you my heart breaks a little more.  I am trying to stay strong for you, as I know you are trying to stay strong for me.  You have always been tougher than I am and I know that won’t change.  We’ll be strong for one another and before you know it we’ll be together again.

                I’m not the only one that misses you.  Your uncles, your grandparents, Jake, Lisa and even the dogs can’t wait to see you again.  That’s all they talk about and they are all constantly asking me about you.  No one has forgotten about you, nor will they ever do so.  You are the first grandson and that is a title you will always carry, regardless of how infrequent they see you. 

                There are so many things we missed this year.  I was not there for your birthday or your first day of school, I was not allowed to be there for Christmas, and our Red Sox won the World Series this year! While you were there to see one of the games (remember that? You stayed up late to wait for me to get home and we wound up staying up past midnight to watch the end of the game?), it would have been great if you were there for the clincher as well (it was a great game). While these are all events, and things that come around every once in awhile, it’s the everyday events that I miss the most.  I miss not being able to come in the door after work without seeing your smiling face, either eating dinner or running to me to get me to play with you before I’ve even removed my shoes.  I miss our lazy weekends where we could sit and watch cartoons in our pajamas and eat pancakes for breakfast.  I miss scraping the sauce off your pizza because there is “green stuff” in it.  I miss our dinner dates to the pancake house.  I miss going to school with you, accompanying you on a field trip or helping you on “build a boat day”.  I miss everything about you. 
 
For the better part of five years you and your brother were my light in the darkness, you are what kept me going and made me want to be a better person so that I could in turn be a better father for you.  I have not given up on that, as I am your father, regardless of what your mother may say, or who she may try and bring in to replace me, and our relationship is only taking a break.  You know in Transformers, when Optimus Prime dies and then comes back to life?  You know he’s not really dead, that he’ll be back.  He’s too powerful and too important to stay dormant for long.  That’s us.  We are Optimus Prime.  Our relationship right now is dormant, but just like Optimus Prime it will come back, and be stronger than before.  If you believe, like I believe, then we will weather this storm and find our “Matrix of Leadership” and come back to life.

                Life is full of a lot of instances that will test you, that will try and beat you down unless you fight through them.  Usually you have to wait until you are a little older for that to happen.  It just so happens that life hit you with one at a young age.  We will get through this together, you and I, hand in hand just like we have done for years.

                I love you more than words could ever say,
           
                -Daddy