Several people (Seriously, ten people) have asked me THIS WEEK how I parent my children and I have to be honest, I have no idea why.
My first response is always “Wrong, I do most of it wrong”. I then follow it up with comments about my kids pertaining to locked closets, abandoning them for “survival skill training” and telling my children about their older siblings they never met because “They didn’t quite work out like we had hoped, but hopefully things will be different this time around.” I have gotten my daughter to play along in this game now with the younger two. It’s fantastic.
Yes, I do a lot wrong. Mostly, I pass my humor to my children. People hate to love my humor. My daughter Katie has it mostly. And I love to hate her.
My son Collin appears to be raised by feral cats while we aren’t around. He gives the best hugs and he means it when he says he loves you. He just doesn’t have an off switch. I’d settle for a pause on this kid.
There are a few things I adhere to when being a parent to my kids.
Let’s do what the cool kids say and “Break it down…G”
#1 I am my kid’s best friend. No one will be a better friend than I am. People say “You can’t be their friend and parent at the same time.” I say “Why not?” A friend loves at all times, is honest at all times, will do anything for you, should never lie to you, be firm with you and if you step out of line how they know they should act, the friendship allows for correction to occur. Listen, I am a parent in relationship to my children, but friendship is what binds us as a family. I hold the authority position, but I am not an overbearing idiot. I want my kids to come visit on Christmas after they move out, ya know?
Also, point number 1 gives me advantages. By being not only their father, as a friend I can usurp the idiotic influence of their peer group friends they find. Since I am a better friend that has proven over the course of their young lives that I do care for them when I tell them that the moron they just met is a bad influence I can say so and they believe me. They then avoid the moron. Simple? Yes. Biblical principle? Yes. Am I going to tell you which one? No.
#2 I teach my kids to apply biblical principles. I don’t read verses to them and ask them to recite them back to me. If I wanted memorization there are funnier movies we could do as a family and reenact skits or maybe musicals…Like Cats. I never saw Cats, but I bet I would love it. Space Balls would be a good one too.
No, I spend time explaining to them the reasoning behind the words. It’s amazing, there are verses where God tries to explain to his people (He calls them his children) he would just love to gather them, or reason with them. Honestly, the Creator of the Universe who knows everything wants to explain and talk out things with us. Figured as a Dad I should do the same with my kids.
The last thing I want to do is create kids, raise them as Christians and have their only explanation to things when asked intelligent questions that actually have answers to be “Because God said so!” You know these people I am talking about.
I avoid these people I am talking about.
#3 I realize I have few answers. It’s OK to not know everything. It’s fantastic to say to your children “I don’t know, let’s find out together.” They see how you think, and they learn to think like you and to learn and understand like you. This helps if you aren’t an arrogant moron.
I am still working on this one.
#4 I adapt my parenting. My daughter Katie is 11. Sometimes, she elevates her thinking to that of a 14 year old or a 30 year old. If I am not careful I miss the chance to broaden her viewpoint and give her a better understanding of something at the very critical moment her mind is THINKING that way. Every moment parenting is a teaching moment.
Stop blowing it.
#5 Have fun. Honestly. I have heard people say when they get home form work they are to tired for their family or their kids. I get the rut you can get in. But I don’t want to be a horrible parent. If I can’t pass my faith, my viewpoint and have my children know they were loved while doing so I failed as a parent.
Each one of my kids gets their own special time with me. I take them out individually. I ask questions, they ask me questions, or sometimes we just go and grab a toy. You force this time. You have it in your schedule; you just need to understand where to find it.
Brandon and I, we do experiments that he finds in science books from the library, play catch or head to Grandpa’s house. He asks questions about what it was like when I was a kid.
Collin…Well. I am Collin’s limo service. He makes me drive him to the McD’s play land then ditches me. Afterwards I get a hug and a kiss, but eh. It’s all good.
In the end, my desire is to see my children THINK. To think for themselves means they weren’t programmed. They were taught. Does that happen at age 6? No. But the older they get the more I need to understand that an adult is forming and not a child in an adult body. God doesn’t wish for an obedient robot and neither do I.
I work from the understanding that at 18 years of age in the
they could find themselves either by choice or potential draft on a battle
field getting shot at or potentially killed in a foreign country. At 18, my child needs to be an adult. If I didn’t get the groundwork laid for that
now, I failed.
And shame on me for that.
I hope that helps the few people that asked me my feedback. For the other 200 of you that read this, I will write next time about the free telescope I got.
Free stuff is cool.