Lately, I’ve learned one essential fact about parenting from blogs and mainstream media, and from those who comment on blogs and mainstream media. Apparently, no matter what I do or do not do as a parent, I am wrong. The fact that I even AM a parent is wrong. It’s all just wrong, wrong, wrong.
According to LZ Granderson at CNN.com, if your small child has the audacity to act like, well, a small child, then you,
“lack the fortitude to properly discipline them, in public and at home. And we know you don’t discipline them at home because you don’t possess “the look.” If you had “the look,” you wouldn’t need to say “sit down” a thousand times.
LZ stopped short of explaining exactly what “the look” is supposed to communicate, other than something that seems suspiciously like “I will beat you with a belt in the bathroom if you open your stupid little mouth again.” Short of threatening children with physical violence, WHAT is “the look” supposed to convey, anyway?
Most people who’ve had a few toddlers know that toddlers will be toddlers, and you could actually take them into the bathroom and beat them with a belt, and it STILL will not stop them from annoying people at the grocery store. It would, however, screw the kid up, and probably get you charged with child abuse. So, LZ, exactly what does your “look” mean to your child? Something tells me that it says a LOT about what goes on at your house, and it ain’t good.
But don’t get me wrong – as a parent of two incredibly rambunctious boys, I have made my fair share of angry commands through clenched teeth across a dinner table where my food is getting cold and my temper is getting hot BECAUSE I have said “sit down” a thousand times, to absolutely no avail. I could threaten, cajole, distract, or even beg, but if the child wants to stand, I am powerless against him.
Just today, we stopped at Panera while we were out running the million weekend errands. The kids ordered their favorites, and when the food came, Jules took one look at the Mac N Cheese and declared that he wasn’t hungry. Since he wouldn’t eat, that meant he wouldn’t sit down in his chair either, so he wandered to a nearby booth to continue announcing loudly that he was happily refusing to eat the $8 meal we just bought him. I was nursing the baby and my food hadn’t even come yet, so it’s not like I could just jump up and drag him out of the restaurant. All I could do was try to breathe and hope that nobody was paying any attention to him.
Just then, I heard the woman at the booth next to us explaining to her older son that he and his brothers used to be just like that. The boy must have complained about Julesy being annoying or something, so the mom launched into this story about how she would take the kids to dinner, let them order exactly what they wanted, and as soon as the food came, they’d refuse to eat it. The boy didn’t believe her, but she swore to him that it was true. How funny is it that this kid had NO recollection of terrorizing his poor mother at dinner?
I’m guessing Mike Vuick, owner of McDain’s Restaurant in Pittsburgh, has no recollection of what it’s like to be a child either, since he has banned the little bastards* from his establishment all together. But it’s not just him – the many commentors agree with his new policy. Apparently, most of society thinks we cannot control our children (they’re right) and that children are downright annoying to everyone else in the world. One commentor suggested that we don’t discipline our children because we’re afraid of looking mean in public.
She is totally right.
We CAN’T give our children “the look” because somebody will write a whole blog about what a horrible parent we are and accuse us of having “broken” our children if we try to tell them to cut their shit out in public (despite not having seen the before, or after, or the rest of this parent/child relationship.)
Have you ever been at your wit’s end in the checkout line at Target because you had to go there to buy toilet paper, and the children spent the entire trip trying to rip shit off the shelves, scream because you won’t buy them every colorful box they spotted in the store, and cry because you refuse to top them off with an Icee on the way out after their behavior almost drove you to drink Drano the middle of aisle 6? Have you ever looked at your child in line after an hour of tantrum-throwing and begging, and just snapped, “NO! YOU WILL NOT BE GETTING AN ICEE, SO STOP IT NOOOOOW!”
Well, if Single Dad Laughing is behind you in line, then “Congratulations”, he thinks “you’ve just broken your child.” And if LZ Granderson is in line next to you, then he thinks you’re too stupid to control your kids. And if Mike Vuick is setting the policy at Target, then he’ll just kick you and your brats out and tell you never to return.
If you are a parent, you are damned if you do, and damned if you don’t. If you don’t give your children the “I will beat you” look, then you are being a spineless, permissive parent. If you DO give them the “If you ask me for ice cream one more time I will scream” look, then you’re an abusive parent. And if your kids are having a “well-behaved” moment and you don’t even have to shoot them these death stares, it doesn’t matter, because some other parent has already screwed it up for you and you’re not allowed in the restaurant anyway.
Perhaps, just maybe, NOBODY has a lock on this parenting gig, and we’re all just trying to get through the day. Perhaps nobody can control a toddler in a bad mood, and what looks like a mom ignoring the behavior is actually the mother going catatonic as a form of self preservation. And perhaps the father growled “You’re not getting ice cream” because, five minutes prior, the kid sucker-punched Dad in the balls after he refused to buy the boy the latest Pokemon (which just happened to my husband, only it was a Disney Princess marker set that the kid wanted, which we decided not to buy because he has 1,492 marker sets in this house already.)
In a world where parenting is a thankless job that everyone can (supposedly) do better than you, thank god we have Louis CK to be the one voice of reason. His answer? Nobody gets out of parenthood alive. Nobody. Not even you.
(WARNING: This video is hilarious. It is also filled with cuss words. I mark it Rated R for Adults with a Sense of Humor. Enjoy.)
For so many reasons, I just give up. I’m doing it all wrong, and that’s fine by me. As long as my kids are happy and healthy, I’ve done the best I can. And so have you.
*UM, NOTE? I am NOT calling kids “little bastards” here, I’m jokingly saying that the owner of the restaurant must think his Under 6 patrons are little bastards – which is why he doesn’t want them around. It seems some people didn’t understand that.


















