5 Arguments That Parents Can't Admit Kids Are Right About
Raising kids is the best exercise in the world for strengthening the part of the brain that's responsible for not choking other humans, especially once they've started to master the double-edged sword of reason and logic. We tend to forget that we've taught our kids since birth that fairness must be upheld at all times, and injustice must always be rectified. That moral fiber is how we keep them from becoming assholes and politicians, but it doesn't come without consequence. Especially when they use it to expose our own hypocrisy with arguments like ...
"You Make Me Do Chores Because You Hate Doing Them Yourself!"
Every mostly sane parent knows that the whole point of chores is to instill a work ethic into the kids before they get spin kicked into real life and their survival starts depending on it. It's easy for an adult to understand the benefit of divvying up the workload so that it's not just one person shouldering the stress, and they may even be able to effectively explain that to their kids. But what we tend to forget is that, just like with any job, people need breaks and an occasional change in the routine before their patience snaps and they start making necklaces from the ears of neighbors.
It's usually during one of these breaking points that the kid finally gets pissed off enough to unleash that phrase: "You're only making me do the dishes because you hate doing them yourself!" As parents, our first instinct is to fall back on the explanations in the first paragraph. But by the time the kid is heated enough to bring it up, we might as well just be reading the ingredients from the back of a stick of deodorant.
The truth is that if you take away those core reasons for the tasks, yes, we do assign them in part according to suck levels. I hate doing laundry, but I hate it a whole lot less than dishes. Fortunately for me, I have earned the privilege as a parent to roll the shit work downhill. Unfortunately for the kids, they're standing at the bottom, bracing themselves for the quickly approaching turd ball.
Now that's not to say that I can just pass it off and say over my middle finger, "Deal with it, fucko! I bathe in your anguish!" I have a responsibility to make sure I'm not overloading them, just like a good manager should know when to shuffle around burnt-out employees until they get their second wind. Just having a change of pace can sometimes be enough to ease the monotony.
As far as the chores themselves, do we only give them out because we don't want to do them? No, not if we're stable parents who can control our asshole impulses. But does the fact that they suck play a role? Hell yes it does. We just can't come right out and say it because it makes us look like lazy douchebags, and you don't get a "#1 Dad" mug for that.
"You're Saying 'No' Just Because!"
One of the weirdest parts of being a parent is deciding when and how often to give permission for seemingly unimportant requests like a friend staying the night or needing a fake alibi after a strangely violent pep rally, specifically when you have no real reason to tell them "no."
When I was a kid, if my mom told me I couldn't have a friend stay the night, it was usually because we didn't have enough food to feed everyone. I understood that, and I dealt with it. I knew that when we did stock the fridge back up, the door would be open on that request. Today, it's the polar opposite. We do have food in the fridge. When we go to Walmart, we do have the money to pick up a video game. I don't have a justifiable excuse to give my kids, like "If I buy this for you, I won't have enough money to pay off my mob debts." So why tell them no at all?
Sometimes you have to say no just because it's bad to always give them everything they ask for. If you let them have a friend sleep over every weekend, they get used to that as a norm. Buying them a new game or toy every week quickly becomes an entitlement. Then not getting those things feels like a punishment because it's a break in their pattern. Setting a child up to expect everything they ask for is a surefire way to send them into system shock when they find out firsthand that the world's motto is "Go fuck yourself. I couldn't give less of a shit what you want."
How do you explain that to a kid? What you're teaching them isn't a hard-set lesson. You can't just spell it out and make them understand. You're getting them used to a pattern, and that operates on a more subconscious level over a long stretch of time. You're giving them tiny doses of disappointment -- teaching them how to deal with unfulfilled desires on a very, very small level. That sounds morbid as hell, but it's a very real part of raising a human that the world doesn't send back to you with "REJECTED" stamped across his ass.
So when they look at you like you're just being an asshole, they're partly right. It's the downside of prepping developing brains for reality. Someone has to play the bad guy from time to time, and until they become parents themselves, they won't understand why. They just know that sometimes you decide to be a douche and say "no" for no justifiable reason.
"Chad Has Always Been Your Favorite!"
Here's a pretty harsh truth that some people will deny to the death: Parents do have favorites. Don't get me wrong, it doesn't mean that they love one child more than another. If you have parents who do fit that category, you are the product of soulless monsters. But because we're individuals with our own defining traits, it's human nature that one of the kids will simply be more compatible than the rest. It's never Chad, though. That dude is a piece of shit.
It doesn't mean the parents are evil or look at the other children in disgust ... even within our tightest group of friends, there's always one that you just enjoy hanging out with a little more. It's natural, but admitting it even to another adult feels like the biggest asshole move in the world. Admitting it to your own kids is completely out of the question because the complexity of that conversation is so far over their heads, it would be impossible for them to grasp it. And the ones who didn't make your top spot would feel rejection on a catastrophic level.
The only thing you can do when one of them uses it as argument fodder is flat out deny it. Deny it like a mafia movie interrogation scene. Even if the one saying it happens to be the favorite, deny it. Giving any of them that information is giving them ammunition to use against not only you, but each other.
The hardest part of this minefield is not letting it influence your decisions. Sometimes it does happen, even with the most careful parent, and all you can do is try to balance it out and move on. "Shit, I just gave one of them $20 after telling the other two that they couldn't have extra money this week. I guess that just turned into a $60 mistake I won't make again. Lesson learned. I guess I'm selling blood this week."
"You Just Don't Want Us to Be Together!"
The older a kid gets, the more he or she is going to rely on emotional bonds that lie outside of the house. Not just romantically, but with friends, too. Think about the worst relationship you've ever been in. The jealous dick who wouldn't let you talk to anyone else and had to know what you were doing 24 hours a day. Or how about that friend you look back on and think, "Holy shit, I'm glad he's out of my life. That rectum could manufacture drama from sunlight."
All of those come rushing back to you the first time you meet one of your kids' friends or a significant other who just exudes "dipshit" like a nebula. In some cases, you can just forbid them from seeing that person again. I have no qualms about telling my kids that one of their friends is a piece of shit who's bound for a future meth conviction and I don't want him in the house. But you can't do it with every situation.
"He's just way too huge. He's going to hurt someone. That's a regulation size soccer ball."
Sometimes it requires a little stealth and sabotage, because you know from experience that forbidding contact is a perfect way to shove them deeper into it, definitely when they get into their teens and especially where romance is concerned.
Yes, it's a devious, tricky, shitty part of being a parent, but sometimes you have to weigh the options and decide "Do I tell her she can't date this fuckup with the arrest record, or do I tell her she can't go out tonight because we're doing something family related?" Remember, at that age, she's going to be in "love conquers all" mode, and if you try to directly stand in her way, you are the enemy she's pointing her cannons at. There is going to be a point where rationally discussing it with logic and reason isn't an option. But throw out a few hurdles while she's not looking and you at least have the ability to steer that disaster from afar.
I know how horrible it sounds. All parents do. We have no desire to jump in and personally pick out our kids' friends and lovers. We just want to make sure the worst ones don't fuck them over.
"You're Treating Me Like a Child!"
It's probably different in other countries, but in the U.S., there are two major milestone ages. At 18, we're considered legal adults, and all the big options open up for us: voting, porn, cigarettes, the death penalty. At 21, it's just the right to buy booze. Before those birthdays, pretty much every kid wishes they were older. They want to be talked to and treated like an adult, but they're cursed with being young enough to still do stupid kid shit.
That's not a bash on our younger readers. Every last person on the planet has done stupid kid shit. Some of us still do. Unfortunately, though, that means for both kids and parents that the "you're still a child and under my oppressive thumb" treatment has to be used from time to time. And, man, is it ever straight-up obvious when it happens.
It's insulting; we understand that. When you're approaching maturity and you're getting a more solid understanding of how life works, you want to be treated as an equal. You want your thoughts and beliefs to matter. And nothing puts the brakes on that faster than Mom or Dad putting their foot down and saying, "It's my house, my rules. When you become an adult, you can do what you want. Until then, you'll wash the giraffe like I say."
The only thing the kid can really do is point out that they're being treated like a child, which basically has no effect because it's like proclaiming that rain is made of water. It's true -- we are treating you like a child, and for many of us, it is absolutely intentional. The biggest thing to remember is that if the parent isn't a natural born sociopath, they're not using it as a go-to teaching method. They're using it as a last resort. "I've tried reasoning. I've tried discussing. There is no compromise here because I am the judge, and this is my verdict."
You want to know something strange, though? We hate doing that. Partly because we don't like to be condescending to someone we love, and partly because it means we weren't good enough with our case to sway you into agreeing with us. It means there's a chance we're wrong. And it means the days of you blindly agreeing with everything we say, as most younger children are apt to do, are over.
That's the universal posture for "You're full of shit, and I'm calling you on it."
That's a good thing. It means you're becoming an adult. Soon, you'll be the Dark Lord of your own family. Savor it when it comes.
John is an editor and columnist right here at Cracked. You can find him on Twitter and Facebook.
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