17 September 2016

Not a cool kid

Not a Cool Kid

As I look at today's generation of children, and back at my generation during adolescence through High School, I am saddened.
What happened to being a kid?
What happened to Adults taking care of the Adulting and children being able to be children?

Have we as parents really become "that" parent? Or those "parent's"?

The parents that overcompensate due to having a restricted or overly spoiled childhood?

Which has resulted in our children being spoiled, disrespectful and hateful.
These children do not understand the value of a dollar nor do they care to learn.
Instead of earning whatever the latest fad product may be, or buying it with their own money they beg and plead until one of two things happen:

1. The parent gives in because they are tired of listening to the child begging.

2. The child throws a fit, cops attitude, starts crying ane runs to the other parent to stress how "mean" you just were to them. (The child then gets double what ever it was that they wanted because parents do not communicate with each other it's only through the children.This is a typical broken family (historically speaking)

I never had the opportunity to be a spoiled brat, nor did I care to be a spoiled brat. I was often jealous of others and their belongings or stability or whatnot.
I watched people I went to school with, they really were pretty, but brainless and spoiled. (For the most part)

I grew up in a small town.
A REALLY small town.
We had a Walmart.
One Walmart, a K-Mart (about 45 mins away), Expensive boutiques, (which our family could never afford)  and a mall in "The City".

I never visited these places until high School and into adulthood.

I was made fun of throughout childhood because of the clothing I wore, the family I came from, and the social status in which my family kept.

"Trailer Trash"
"Druggie Girl"

Terminology often heard in hushed whispers or written on the bathroom walls.

The point of this particular blog is to reminisce of my childhood and analyse why children are behaving in the manner that they are.

Now, that I am an adult i have realized the following:

Understanding the value of a dollar makes a lot more sense when you do not have one.

I realize that happiness is not bought but self-made. Though children (mine especially) like to accuse parents of this frequently.

I understand that true friends are present in ones life always. They are not around  24/7 but are present when needed.

I understand my children do not like me, thats ok. I know I  am doing a great job parenting if they dislike me, most of the time.

When I was a little kid, I couldn't wait to be an adult to make my own rules, buy my own stuff ect. I realize now that Adulting sucks.

I want my children to be children as long as possible, without having fear, without being spoiled and without peanut gallery comments stated to belittle or demean them or their parents.

But who am I?
I am not a cool kid.

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