My feeling was that I never wanted to say, “shut-up” to my kids. I swear this is not a lie. I can only remember once saying that, and I was so contrite that I had to apologize immediately. I felt awful because I don’t think anyone should be treated that way. It is hugely disrespectful in my opinion.
I also never wanted to to end that train of “whys” with “shut up” or any other parental prerogative ending. What I found to work for me is to take advantage of the fact that they will almost always come around to asking the question a second time. Of course, kids don’t ask the “why” questions because they want information. They want to drive you crazy. What’s so cool is that they are so good at it and we just so buy into it that we fuck our own minds up as we were trapped in a spider’s web.
Anyway when they asked the question a second time, my response was, “I already answered that.” They’ll try again, or they might fall into the trap and defend themselves, “No, I didn’t.”
Then you have a couple of options. You can go into the “Yes you did, No I didn’t” dance until you just decide to stop. Or you can say, “I won’t answer answer any question you’ve already asked. Instead, I will turn it back on you. You must have learned from the first time I answered. So now I’m asking you why. In other words, you outkid the kid. They get kind of frustrated, but unlike their parents, they know when to quit. Annoying your parent is only fun as long as your parent allows themselves to be annoyed.
Usually kids know exactly when you are vulnerable, and since at this time they are also usually cranky and bored, they choose this moment to pounce. It’s called “poke the parent,” and it is not unlike a picador trying to rile up a bull. And the response, if you want to save your life, is to be like Ferdinand. Sit there and smell the flowers in the ladies hats.
I figure my kids are only smarter than I am if I let them be smarter. I can only be provoked if I let them provoke me. I never worry about things like respect or if they tell me I’m stupid or other things that most people might get all upset about if their kids say it. None of that matters. What I’ve found is what matters is what happens on the ground, so to speak. Are they there when we are out in the world and I need cooperation instantly? Are they kind and helpful in public?
It turns out they are completely different people in public. They are helpful. They do try hard. They do good work. And even at home, even if they give me a hard time (and right now, only my son does that), they will cooperate after a while, if I am persistent. Usually. Sometimes it doesn’t happen and I give up because it’s just not worth the battle all the time.
Parenting is a long process that usually ends up being far too short. Three more years and my daughter is off to college, and maybe a year less if she goes for a year abroad program. I think a lot of us feel shame when our kids have tantrums or say stuff we imagine other adults might consider to be disrespect in public. I know that with some kids it’s possible to head off that kind of stuff. Maybe even most kids.
I know what’ it’s like bringing up kids. I know how they can try you. Personally, I made a choice to bring them up without saying “shut-up” to them. I think I was pretty successful at doing that. I think that other parents don’t have the same values about words that my wife and I have. Their kids say “fuck” and “shit” and who knows what else because they see their parents doing it all the time.
I don’t think the words matter nearly as much as the tone of voice. I don’t the tone of voice matters so much as how the parent makes the child feel. If the child feels diminished and wrong for being a kid, then I would hope the parent could stop doing that and find other ways to modify their child’s behavior. If the parent and child don’t argue fairly and the parent doesn’t respect the kid then again, I would hope they could learn how to fight fairly and not use old patterns to escalate things to a place they didn’t have to go.
So yes. I cringe when I see something happen that I would never do. I cringe when I see people behaving in ways I know they could easily change if they only knew how. I cringe because I know there is nothing I can do and it would be stupid to intervene because they parent would get defensive like you wouldn’t believe… except you all would believe, having been in a position where you don’t want anybody to say nuthin to you.
So cringe it is. Then I try to get the hell out of there as soon as I can, and I know my kids are going to bring it up. They won’t be able to believe a parent could do that to their kid. When they ask me why, what do I say? I don’t know. I guess they never learned a better way.