Pieces of Me

Sunday, April 18, 2010

World’s Worst Parents

I know everyone has seen that email about having the meanest mother.  If not, you can click the link and read the note.  There’s a lot of truth in it.  My parents  didn’t let me get away with much.  We always had dinner with a vegetable.  We had a bedtime and curfew (although never stated aloud, it was just understood). 
Although my parents had rules about eating what she cooked and always letting her know where we would be (remember, this was before cell phones), she also gave us freedom.
My mom had very few TV rules.  We were not allowed to watch The Simpsons.  She thought it was gross and annoying, therefore, we did not have it on in our house.  And you know what?  To this day, I do not watch The Simpsons.  I think they are annoying and gross. 
She didn’t let us watch scary movies, mainly because I think they scared her.  And to this day, I do not watch them.  They freak me out and give me nightmares.  Although my children are young, even when they are older, we will not watch scary movies in my house.
But my mom did allow me to watch The Dukes of Hazzard and The A-Team.  She allowed me to watch movies like Pete’s Dragon, Bedknobs and Broomsticks, and Chitty, Chitty, Bang, Bang without blinking an eye.  In fact, my dad took me to see E.T. when it came out in theaters.  I couldn’t have been more than 4 years old.  I watched Annie over and over again, and repeatedly watched The Sound of Music and Mary Poppins
My parents also took us to church.  Every Sunday.  Sunday School, too. 
Some of my parenting style is directly reflected upon my parents.  I do some things the way they did, and other things the way they didn’t.  I’m not criticizing them in any way.  In fact, I’m thanking them.  Thanking for them allowing me to decide if I didn’t like a movie.  Thanking them for allowing me to voice my opinion and share my thoughts with others.  Thanking them for taking me to church everyday and making sure I received the Christian foundation that I did.  They kept their promise that they made on the day I was baptized.  Dad, too. 
I’m thankful that my parents didn’t think that viewing certain movie would waver my faith.  I’m thankful that my parents really believed me when I told them the truth and trusted me to make good decisions.  And because of their trust, I know for a fact that I am the person I am today.  Of course, I didn’t want to disappoint my parents.  When they trusted me to be home by 10 pm or midnight depending on the day, I wanted to prove to them that I was worthy of their trust. 
My parents expected me to ask permission to do things.  I never called home and said, “I’m doing such and such.”  I expect the same thing from my children. 
I allow my children to watch movies like Pete’s Dragon and Bedknobs and Broomsticks.  Oh, and The Princess and the Frog.  I’m not worried that Hannah and Cayden are going to start practicing witchcraft and voodoo.  And one day, when they are told enough, I will allow them to watch Harry Potter and even read it.  I do allow them to watch Wizards of Waverly Place and Hannah Montana.  I don’t however allow them to watch The Simpsons, Spongebob, or Sonny with a Chance.  Why?  Because I think they are gross and totally inappropriate.  I don’t find bathroom humor funny.  I think it’s gross.  Thanks, mom!!
I’m not worried about my kids faith.  I am watching it blossom and grow.  I will continue to nurture it.  And trust in the Lord to keep my kids on the right path.  I know with His help, they will grow up to be great people.