I’ve told many stories about my kids over the years here on fluther. A lot of times people tell my I’m a good father. I’m not sure how they can tell from my stories, though. It’s nice to hear. Maybe they can see a little bit of me through my stories, but other than that, I hardly get any feedback. Occasionally friends will tell us the kids are a pleasure for this or that reason. No one has criticized them. So I think we’re doing all right.
I wanted to be a different parent from my parents. I didn’t want to hold back things about the world to preserve their innocence or to preserve our parental image of infallibility. We make mistakes. We don’t know all the answers. We could tell you what to do, but we want you to think for yourselves and if you want to question us, then question us; just be prepared to argue your case with evidence.
So they argue—not in an argumentative way—but in a strategic way. Funny. My son wants this wild-ass expensive DSLR camera, and he’s been pushing it for months, now. I told him I didn’t want to hear any more, so he’s switched to my wife. Today, his sister was trying to help him get a camera (as opposed to the camera he wants), but he was not going with the program she had in mind.
I told her there wasn’t much point in trying to help my son because for him it was primarily a fantasy and he knew it was just a fantasy. She said she thought he really wanted a camera, and was trying to help him be more realistic. He told her that he would rather have no camera than anything less than the one he wanted. So, for the moment, she has given up trying to help him. She thought she could teach him to be reasonable.
I love that she cares about her brother so much. I think he cares equally about her. He is always copying her about certain things. Maybe one day she’ll see that her influence is as a model, not as a persuader.
There’s a lot I like about my kids. They both work really hard, but my son is more insistent about doing what he wants to do as opposed to what he has been assigned to do. It’s a balance between making sure he can do what he wants and thus stay interested but also making sure he does what he has to do to get through school.
I generally feel like I’m doing what I want to as a parent. There are occasions when I get too angry for comfort, or I press harder than I’m sure I should with my son. The balance is not clear. And he’s like me in some unfortunate ways. He believes he’s no good at anything. I have been trying to teach him the trick I’ve learned about letting that self-judgment go, but I don’t know if I’m getting any traction there. It’s so hard not to believe you are not good at anything, and he’s very good at a lot of things. I don’t know if he can see it but doesn’t believe it, or if he can’t see it at all. Either way, I know from experience, it is really hard and there is little anyone outside can do, except just not talk about any kind of judgment at all. You do what you do because you like it or because you are doing it. Comparisons don’t matter.
Of course, we really do want to please others and we hope they will like what we do, but the disappointment of not doing so is too much, so it’s better just to think we can’t do it. Or we didn’t do it.
I don’t know. That’s the way it is for me. I wonder if it is the same for him. My wife keeps trying to encourage him and get him to change his self image, but I know that if he’s like me, it’‘s useless.. He probably is like me. I think it’s the kind of thing that only his father might understand. It’s not the kind of thing you can understand unless you’ve been there.
Parenting was nothing very unexpected for me. I thought there was a chance that I’d know what to do simply because the data say that older parents seem to do better. I knew that if I could parent the way I wanted to, my kids would be fine.
What I didn’t know is whether anyone would ever let me near a child because it is my sense that most people think differently about how to related to kids. I.e., kids don’t get respect. That bothers me and I see it everywhere—parents feeling like they have a right to treat their kids however they want to. I don’t believe that. I believe my kids have a say and that I don’t get to be god to them. As far as I can tell, that’s enough to lose your parenting license. So please don’t tell anyone I told you. It’s all lies!