Posted on 05/08/2013 12:54:30 PM PDT by Daffynition
When I was a child, back in the Parenting Stone Age (a.k.a. the Parentocentric Era), your parents were the most important people in the family. They paid the bills, bought your clothes, prepared the food you ate, took care of you when you were sick, drove you to where you needed to be, tucked you in, and kissed you good night. They were essential.
Your parents acted like they were bigger than you were too, like they knew what they were doing and didn't need your help making decisions. In fact, your opinion really didn't matter much. When they spoke to you, they didn't bend down, grab their knees, and ask for your cooperation in a wheedling tone. They spoke in no uncertain terms, and they thought you were smart, so they only said anything once. The rule was very simple: They told you what to do, and you did it, because they said so.
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The good old days were called that for a reason.
All this ‘progress’ really isn’t.
From what I remember what I did when I was a kid...and what kids do today..its so different...much more personal contact in my childhood...playing with other kids...neighborhoods...people new each other and watched out over each other...its so different now...electronics dominate...video games and phones are the new playmates..exercise..no way today...
There are days I might weep for all we’ve lost.
Good comment.
I remember in the summer you went outside after breakfast, came home for lunch, went back outside til supper. We rode our bikes all over the place, sometimes on the sidewalk and sometimes in traffic.
We were far more active in non-structured activities. Nobody seemed to be worried that we’d get “taken captive” by bad guys.
You were *out* and stayed out...until the street lights came on.
We live in fear today...I can’t let my GD out alone...for fear she’ll disappear. If she wants to ride her bike, I go with her, or sit on the front steps and monitor...and heaven forbid she gets out of sight! The events out of Cleveland support our fears.
I remember the woman at the local airport chased us off the runway riding our bikes. She had a broom. Home for dinner, not a word. Today it’d be Blackhawk helicopters, DHS, arrests,, terrorist charges, serious news reports, etc etc.
Meanwhile, we would hire a moslem like Brennan to run the CIA, and be sending welfare money to the Chechyn cells in Boston.
Great comment.
My grandkids think my parents were totally neglectful and I was a careless daredevil when I describe our everyday activities in the 50s.
Keep in mind that the parents of the 50s gave us the Baby Boomers of the 60s and later.
Be home by dinner and don't get into trouble.
I agree that we have come too far from all that was good about the good ol’ days... however, one thing that i think is better in my household than my parents’ household, is my kids are much more comfortable in coming to me and my husband with just about anything they want or need to talk about... there are a few other things that i think are better now than in the past, but i wil.refrain... altogether, i believe children are forced from the beautiful garden much too soon...
My daughter in law doe snot believe me when I tell her exactly what the article says....thinks we were too overbearing....and how could kids even grow up with the attitude we had....
I never had to be encouraged nor pestered to go outside and play. If there was no school I’d leave after breakfast and be home when the street lights came on.
Conversely I was always having to physically eject my younger one from computer screens and video games.
Plenty of “leash” to go blow up ant hills, blow up model ships on the pond, cut saplings and build stuff, tromp through the swamp, ride your bike to the country store to buy candy...
Your daughter in law is named Doe Snot? Weird...
The world has changed... who woulda thunk it?
It's not nice to call your daughter-in-law names. Especially 'deer boogers.' :)
There were sets of rules in school that were not kept secret for parents. Parents had a higher authority that they answered to in the community called GOD!
We put on goose down coats (in summer too) and motorcycle helmets and had bb gun fights (with a 2 pump limit of course) and shoot bottle rockets at each other.
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