Who’s the King (or Queen) of Your Castle?

It starts out innocently enough. Your little four-year old princess Tara insists she’s scared and can’t get to sleep. Can she sleep with mommy and daddy? Pleeeeease? Against your better judgment, you relent and let her snuggle in bed with you – just this once.

Fast forward. Tara, now eight years old whines about having to eat her peas. Against your better judgment, you let her off the hook but still let her have dessert – after all, it’s cookies ‘n cream ice cream, her favorite. Before you know it, you wake up one day and your little angel is now a teenager and you suddenly discover that she’s running the show, making all sorts of drop everything demands that we parents cave into because it’s just less work not to engage in another battle. How did this all happen? Personally, I blame it on Obamacare.

I am the father of two high-spirited teenage girls.  As many of you know, I am a highly sought-out expert on parenting. My third parenting book, Timeouts, Tasers and Other Tools of Modern Parenting, addresses the challenge many parents face when it seems their teenagers suddenly are in the driver’s seat (in some cases literally). Bribery and blackmail are both tactics that I strongly recommend for most confrontations with your teenage offspring. And for you moms (as well as you dads who are in touch with your feminine side), don’t underestimate the power of a good display of sobbing. Totally disarms most whiny teenagers. But it takes practice. Start by sniffling and work your way up to the tears.

Take this quiz to determine whether you’re still the king or queen of your castle or whether the peasants have stormed the castle and taken you hostage:

  • Do you make special meals for kids different from what mom and dad are having?
  • Do you find yourself always putting away dishes your kids have left around the house?
  • Do you find that your primary role in your kids’ lives is to be their personal taxi service, to drive them to and from soccer practice, birthday parties or sleepovers?
  • When you want to watch a show on TV about the Industrial Revolution do you immediately change the channel because your 11-year old wants to watch Hannah Montana?
  • Does your 16-year old leave his towel on the bathroom floor every morning, despite 47 reminders in the past five months to “HANG UP YOUR TOWEL – I mean it!”

If you answered YES to all of the above, the odds are you are my wife. (Note to self: Be sure to delete that previous sentence before publishing this article.) If you answered NO to all of the above, this is a strong indicator that you’re a pathological liar. Either that or you truly are the World’s Strongest Parent, in which case, I’m not sure I care to be your friend anymore.

Who is giving the orders around your house these days? When I was growing up (that’s me third from the left), I did my chores without complaining and made my bed without being reminded 3 times. I knew that at any moment, one small behavioral misstep meant a 40% chance my father would attempt to kill me with the belt in order to teach me a valuable life lesson about say, the proper placement of silverware at the dinner table.

But that was a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. The truth is nowadays, most parents let their kids get away with stuff that would have had most of us packed off to a reform school in years gone by. At some point, most of us too often cave, finding it easier to pick up the dirty socks than to nag our kids for the 59th time to do it themselves. Over time, many parents slowly lose the battle for household supremacy. Before we know it, our kids are calling the shots. If this sounds familiar, I’m here to tell you there’s hope – not much hope, I’ll grant you, but a glimmer. A tiny, faint, infinitesimal glimmer. Sort of like how Venus looks at night to the naked eye.

Here are just a few of the common mistakes many parents make and what you can do to wrestle back control of your castle from the marauding serfs:

Mistake #2: Picking up after your teenager when they leave their stuff all around the house

We have all done this one. Your son Jason has taken over the family room with his wrestling team buddies. They scarf down the three major food groups: pepperoni pizza, Mountain Dew and a couple of cartons of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Movie’s over. Friends bolt. Jason heads upstairs to bed, completely oblivious to the fact he left his smelly socks, sneakers, winter coat, and back pack on the floor – not to mention the five slices of pizza, eleven empty cans of Mountain Dew and a half-eaten carton of melting, leaking ice cream.

You probably scowl. Perhaps you even tell him to come down here this instant and clean up his mess. If you’re lucky, you may receive some sort of unintelligible Neanderthalean grunt. Either that or the official two-word response of the modern teenager: “I know!!!” But an hour later, “I know!!” fades into “I’ll do it tomorrow” which eventually morphs into “I forgot.” Next thing you know, you end up cleaning up the mess – because after all, if you don’t do it, who will?

Solution: Just pick up anything and everything Jason leaves around the house and deposit it in the giant dumpster known as his bedroom. Within days, the accumulation of dirty socks, stale pizza, flat soda, and food-encrusted dishes will get the message through loud and clear. And you will watch in amazement as Jason actually starts to clean up his room and put things in the trash. (Note of caution: In rare instances, this technique may result in permanent bedroom carpet stains, lost silverware, a three-inch layer of dirty clothes on the floor, and a persistent ant infestation. This technique should not be tried if the offender happens to be this author’s younger daughter.)

Mistake #7: Letting your teenagers leave the dinner table as soon as they have scarfed down their meal in 3 minutes and 42 seconds, while you’re still working on your salad

When you were young, you ate what your parents served you for dinner. And you waited for everyone to finish their meal before leaving the table. When did that tradition fall by the wayside? [Trivia: The correct answer is May 11, 2003 – although scientist can’t quite figure out why.]

Does the following dinner table scene sound familiar? Your 12th grader Tony is checking his phone for a text message about tonight’s basketball game, while your 9th grader Laura is texting her BFF about tonight’s sleep-over at Annika’s house. Before you’ve finished three bites of chicken, they vanish in a whirlwind – something about “gotta go or I’ll be late….” – leaving their half-eaten plates on the table for you to rinse and put in the dishwasher.

Before you know it, your kids have scattered like cockroaches when you turn on the kitchen ceiling light in the middle of the night. Whatever happened to family time at the dinner table where everyone asked “so how was your day?” (Deduct 10 points from your score if the last time your family actually had dinner together was May 11, 2003.)

Solution: Time for some tough love.  Implement a new rule: No one leaves the dinner table until mom and dad have both finished. Consider ankle bracelets that attach to the legs of the kitchen table. Set an example by nicely asking your spouse what happened today.  Don’t allow any cell phones at the dinner table – unless of course dad needs to check out the score of the Knicks game. Sure it may be a bit awkward at first, but eventually you will learn fascinating details about their lives at school, including “today was totally boring” or “I didn’t learn a thing” or “I’m pretty sure my Spanish teacher hates me”. Your kids’ inquisitive minds will be filled with thought-provoking questions like “Can I go now?” and “How about now?” and “How much longer before I can go?” and “Do you want me to miss the game?” Yes indeed, – quality time around the dinner table. They may grow up resenting you, but at least they’ll eat their peas.

Mistake #19: Helping them with their school project on the planets of the solar system

 

Who amongst us does not want to help out our child with their important middle school project? And don’t tell me that little Tammy Ferguson built her incredible 8th grade weather station science project without any help from Mr. and Mrs. Ferguson. Yeah, right! So there you are, helping your daughter Molly figure out how to paint Saturn. The next thing you know, you’re putting the finishing touches on the Asteroid Belt. Where was Molly all this time? Bragging to Justine on Facebook about how awesome her solar system project is going to be, now that Dad did the whole thing for her. Smooth work, Molly.

Solution: Don’t help. Offer your Molly lots of encouragement and support. Maybe you can help with the Elmer’s Glue. But otherwise, make sure she does the work herself. Okay, the end result may not be quite as polished. And sure, her solar system has only 7 planets (she accidentally left out Earth, not realizing Earth was a planet). And so what if all the planets as well as the sun orbit around Jupiter? And okay so in Molly’s universe, Mercury has wings and the Asteroid Belt is, well, an actual belt.

So what if Molly fails her science project, and as a result fails 8th grade, loses all her self-confidence, bombs her SATs, and can’t get into a good college. And so what if she ends up living in a homeless shelter, addicted to pain killers. At least Molly didn’t cheat on her science project like that Tammy Ferguson girl did. And that’s worth much more than the A+ that Tammy Ferguson got. (I can’t believe that kid eventually got into Harvard Medical School. Must be a legacy.)

The times surely have changed since our childhood days. It seems more and more that the prisoners are running the jail. But there is hope. We parents need to stand up and remind our teenagers who is paying for the house they live in, the food they eat, the clothes they are wearing, and in some cases, the college they will soon be entering. In other words, we need to do a better job of making our kids feel guilty for everything they have. Show them PowerPoint slide presentations of starving kids in Africa. Periodically provide subtle hints around the house that life could be worse for them, by leaving brochures for reform schools for challenging teens – taped to their bathroom mirror.

We parents need to stop rescuing our kids every time they screw up. Let them figure it out on their own now and then, and stop cleaning up after all their messes. Otherwise, how will they ever learn how to take care of themselves and push their own kids away from them when they become parents?

So what’s Mistake #1, you ask? Not telling your kids every single day how much you love them – no matter how much damage they may have just done to your laptop, your car, or your credit rating. You can never tell them “I love you” enough. (But don’t forget about those brochures about reform schools. It’s sort of a carrot and stick approach.) But most of all, let them know you love them to the ends of the earth, forever and ever – albeit conditionally, depending on whether they made their bed.

It’s really that simple.  In the end, it’s about lov– wait a minute. Hold that thought…. Hey, who left the carton of melting mint chocolate chip ice cream on the suede couch in the family room? It’s making a holy mess on the new white carpeting. Rachel!!??? Did you do this!!?? Raaaaachelllll? Where the heck is that kid?  This always happens. What a God-awful mess. I tell you, this is the very LAST time I’m going to clean up after her, I swear. THE LAST TIME!!!

Er, um, I gotta go. Carpet stains don’t just clean themselves, you know.

That’s the view from the bleachers. Perhaps I’m off base.

© Tim Jones, View from the Bleachers 2010 – 2011

 

 

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  • Published On Jan. 14, 2011 by TEJ
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    1. Frank A. Snyder
      1/15/11

      Most of us can identify with your long-term suffering…However, some of us have found that “ve haf certain vays” to help, let me say, “maneuver” our children without Tasers.
      First: At the first sign of belligerence/disobedience/disrespect….Look to Stalin for the answer. Crush them with an Iron Fist, (figuratively speaking of course), tower over them, put a drooling demented smile on your face, lower your voice until you sound like you’ve channeled Mephistopheles, bend over so you are face to face and have backed them inot a corner. (practice Jack Nicholson’s face in “The Shining” as an effective learning tool). Then growl, “Do you UNDERSTAND that their are consequences to your behavior?” Make SURE this is low but loud enough so that spittle flies at their face when you speak to them. Then, with twitch in your eye and choreiform movement of your face, then ask, “WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO INTRODUCE THEM TO YOU????”

      I stop here to point out to you that there are ways to determine whether or not you are being successful at this juncture. If your child is having a hard time catching his/her breath because, crying and wetting themselves while writhing around on the floor hysterically, becoming cyanotic from their uncontrolled laughter. Be assured this approach has failed…just go clean up youself.
      On the other hand, the tears, yellow puddle on the floor is from abject fear….chances are they’ll be cleaning the rooms themselves for a long time.

      The key to this lies in the timing, you MUST “SNAP” back to “Normal You” in milliseconds from delivering the message, like nothing ever happened…

      Now kid makes straight “A’s”, my evening drink and asks if he can wash my car for me.
      But I’ve bought a long-handled mirror to look under my car for a red flashin light stuck to the underside of the car after he washes it…..

      Frank

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