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Why Are Some Parents Afraid To Parent?

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I find I am coming across this a lot lately.

Kids doing what they want and parents either don’t realise that their child is being a little shit or just cannot be bothered.

It’s like reverse roles the parent becomes the child and the child is the boss.  Really? There is something seriously wrong with this. We are in for a generation of spoilt ‘I can do what I want’ little brats.

Yes, you may be offended me calling your kids a little brat but let’s call a spade a spade.

I just spent the evening in the cinema with four little badly behaved brats who continuously kicked our chairs and made noise.

I had to restrain my eleven-year-old jumping the chair to kill them! I just spent €60 to put up with some other mother’s little brats that she cannot be bothered to parent, so I did it for her.

“Sit down shut up and watch the movie or I will have you thrown out”.

She never said a word. Did not stick up for her kids. My guess she was glad to let someone else deal with it.

At one point her two-year-old was rubbing my head! Thanks but I did not order a head massage.

I think parents are afraid to assert their authority in public in fear of being judged. No one is watching you, parent your kids, please.

I applaud the parents who ignore the environment around them and are more interested in raising well behaved respectable children.

When I hear parents talking about they were unable to do things because the kids did not want to go or do what the parents suggested it makes my blood boil.

They need to realise that the world does not revolve around them 24/7. Parents matter too. And without your sanity Mum and Dad you are a sitting duck.

I had an incident in the supermarket few months ago, now I normally shop when the kids are in school but this was when they are off and to do my shopping locally, well I would need to top up my mortgage.

So off to Dunnes Stores we toddled the four of us.

The two older ones decided let’s beat the crap out of each other and fall on the floor annoying me and anyone who came into contact with them.

So I did the gentle come down to their level and spoke nicely telling them to stop the messing.

Next aisle it continues on, so this time through gritted teeth, I tell them, “stop messing or I am going to kill you both I am serious”, they thought this was funny.

Really. Deep breath last straw, oh god was that camel’s back broken.

So to set this up properly have you seen the add where the mother and son are shopping and he asks her for crisps and she tells him no.

He resorts to having a tantrum which in turn the mother shows him how it’s really done throws herself on the floor in full tantrum mode.

Well we love that add here in our house because my kids know I would do it, because I don’t care what other people think of my parenting skills.

So fast forward to the last straw and the camel, I exploded and went nuts (on purpose) and roared at the top of my lungs at the two of them to stop the messing while stamping my feet. Yes, I did.

They froze, mortified, everyone was looking at them not me, a lady smiled at me I winked at her. I had enough I was regaining control. This is my tribe. I am Chief.

My way or the highway and all that crap. It worked they followed like sheep for the rest of the shop.

Peace and quiet reinstated. I struggled not to smile. Mammy 1 – kids 0. When we got to the car I let them have it about their behaviour. Their response?

“How could you embarrass us like that Mam”? Very easily and I will do it again but tenfold. Now we shop in peace. Amen.

So parents get over yourself find the strength and gain control, you are the parent they are the child.

Louise O’Gorman
Louise O’Gorman
I am a stay at home Mum and part time writer of articles and short stories. I am a fiercely independent forty something who spends her days massaging the ego of three young children. Only so I can create genius’s so I can retire and live the high life. Married to my childhood sweetheart the foundation to most of my happiness, on a good day the kids fill the rest of the happiness jar.