Friday, July 1, 2016

The Source


The following appears in the June edition of Chicago Parent.

As a semi-practicing Catholic, I was a bit surprised by Pope Francis’ recent comments on “helicopter parenting.” In his treatise on family life, His Holiness suggested that parents who constantly keep track of their children are actually sabotaging their kids’ independence.

Perhaps if the institution had done a better job tracking its own black sheep, I’d listen.

 A little helicopter priesting would have gone a long way.

One of my favorite expressions is “Consider the source.” It is why I can’t bite my tongue when the neighborhood know-it-all tells me everything I’m doing wrong (while her son sets the dog’s tail on fire after gorging on forbidden processed foods).

Consider the source.

It is why I ignore Facebook posts and articles about not sticking up for your child when he or she is being treated poorly. These posts usually come directly from the people who run everything, dictate everything, and simply don’t want to be challenged on anything.

Consider the source. 

I do not welcome financial counsel from the bankrupt and I do not seek marriage advice from the thrice-divorced.

Consider the source.

If a friend of mine is a regular patron of Denny’s, I simply cannot take her restaurant recommendations very seriously. Her favorite entrĂ©e is Moons Over My Hammy for chrissakes.

Consider the source. 

When I had my first baby, I would listen reverently to the park mom pitching the latest theory on parenting. She seemed to know her stuff. She spoke with authority. She had cute shoes. Twelve years later, I now see her rotten kid around the neighborhood and the only word that comes to mind is “jagoff.”

No, my sources no longer include online gurus, celebrities, or moms with cute shoes.

They are instead the parents of adult children I find intelligent, warm, and accomplished. These moms and dads miraculously raised wonderful people without the aid of the internet or fad parenting.

These are the sources I consider.

So when I asked an old acquaintance how he managed to raise five of the nicest boys I have ever met, I took his comments to heart:

Love them. 

Keep them busy. 

Buy plenty of duct tape. 

The advice was both simple and breathtakingly complex. Loving them was easy. Keeping them busy now requires a matrix worthy of Stephen Hawking. And assuring our house is flush with duct tape at all times? My husband could use a third job. But the advice still guides me every day.

I would encourage every parent to find the right voice. The right source. And seriously. Load up on duct tape.

 You’re going to go through that sh*t like water.

8 comments:

  1. i a 1000% agree you HAVE to consider the source lest you drive yourself crazy. but i don't disagree that our helicoptering is a disadvantage to our kids. the realization hit me recently that my youngest is entering THIRD grade in the fall this was the year i was presented a key to our home and expected to get home and manage myself until my mom got home a few hours later. i could NEVER do this these days. of course i don't feel he's ready either. we 'hide' the fact that he stays home with his 12 year old (fully capable) brother on a regular basis for a couple hours in fear of a nosey neighbor calling the cops. but I TRY hard to balance safety with freedoms and responsibility. this however makes me the meanest mom in town. bedtimes AND chores. what do i think this is 1950something!??!?! lol

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    1. LOL. It is a balance! I'm actually a bit against helicoptering, but when the Church came out against it (after their sordid history of parents trusting them with their children and resulting consequences), I couldn't pass on the irony. Now time to get these kids back to scrubbing toliets!

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  2. Moons over my hammy!!!! Peeing my pants! (while hoping my rotors don't get any more tangled sending me spiraling downward!)

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    1. You kill me. Hope you are ALL having a better week!!!

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  3. First, hilarious. Second, I birthed two children exactly one year and one day apart. They are SOSOSOSOSO different from each other. And I swear I traumatized them equally. But I have to say my daughter, who is now a teacher, is not made cheerful by helicopter parents. She takes after her mama...wine makes her cheerful. Happy 4th!

    -andi

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    1. Helicopter parents do kinda suck. But tell that to all the parents of those kids of trusted Father Chester Molester. ;) And wine definitely cures ALL. Happy Independence Day!!!!

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  4. I just now saw this. I miss your funny self. Also, my son use to get duct tape in his Christmas stocking.

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    1. I have not forgotten you! Up for a beach day soon?

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