Is Your Parenting Dominated By Good Intentions?

Is Your Parenting Dominated By Good Intentions?

I am overflowing with good intentions. Seriously, but I have little to no follow through or at least longevity of follow through. I come off a vacation or weekend away brimming with parenting techniques that would make Piaget jump for joy. My intentions are genuine and I truly convince myself that I have changed for good. I have not and seemingly can not. In the areas of technology, food, and finance, I am particularly inhibited. If I am the lone wolf in this area, please don’t tell me.

Technology is a daily battle in my mind and the voice in my bed reminds me each and every day that I am said crappy parent. I admit to falsifying my answer on the pediatrician’s well-check questionnaire.

It accusingly asks, “How many hours per week?” The fact that it is per week indicates that I am in trouble of suspicious of this passive aggressive query. Why not how many hours before school? That would match better with my answer of “one hour”. I try so hard, I really do. I hide the iPads, change the passwords, unplug the televisions, yell, threaten and then ignore the people who stand firm in my lack of follow through.

They systematically break me down and then I concede defeat and so it goes, the wave of empty technology threats. When I do sustain my tough parenting plan, I feel like I’m living with inmates. They fight, yell, wrestle and bounce from chair to sofa to ottoman like a tribe of monkeys which always results in hysterical crying and injury. I turn on the TV, the reward I rely upon for injury. And a bag of Doritos.

Food, eating, meals, grocery shopping, family dinners, making lunches are again flavored with good intentions but ultimately tainted with failure. My crowd eats a bunch of crap and I’m reminded of it when I see your child gobbling up tomatoes and avocados, meanwhile my two year old starts gagging if a green bean touches his lips. I cringe remembering when my older son proudly told our pediatrician, “I ate a carrot once.” I slink out after paying the demeaning co-pay.

My own parents, particularly my dad, did a phenomenal job of teaching my brother and I about money. I have implemented many things born of the takeaways of my own upbringing, isn’t that our parenting in a nutshell? My older boys, now ten and eight, have had debit cards since first grade and hang on to them as if they are hotel pass keys. I willingly carry them in my own wallet and pull them out when their buying urges pop up on a trip to the drug store. I silently hand them over and allow the opportunity to make mistakes. It was difficult to watch my oldest son spend $20 on inflatable hammers and baseball bats from a street vendor and then realize they could not be returned regardless of the incredulous tears.

Perhaps a bit of success?

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