is a fascinating Facebook rant by a woman I don’t know but am now hoping will be my FB friend, Sara Mabin. It was posted on June 3, so IGNORE the gorilla references. I think she is so right that society seems bent on glorifying the good old, “Lean on Me” days, even while crucifying any modern parents who don’t monitor their kids’ lives and choices.
However, what I have not heard is today’s parents insisting that their OWN parents knew where they were at all times, which is the jumping off point for her piece:
This is the last thing I’m going to say about it, ok? I promise. I honestly don’t care if the woman threw her kid into the gorilla pit, screamed murder, and laughed maniacally as they pumped enough rounds to down a rhinoceros. It isn’t applicable here.
All of you who keep telling me that *your* mother would never have allowed this, *your* mother knew where you were all the time, *your* mother was always there – I call bullshit.
I call bullshit because I know, without question, that your mother allowed you to leave your house at 6 am in the summer and come home when the street lights came on. Do you know how I know this?
BECAUSE YOU WON’T STOP POSTING MEMES ABOUT IT ON FACEBOOK. YOU CAN’T HAVE IT BOTH WAYS, PEOPLE.
You can’t bitch about people who helicopter parent their kids into becoming useless adults while you insist that people helicopter parent their kids.
You can’t bitch that kids never have an opportunity to play outside – that child obesity is at an all-time high – and insist that children never be allowed outside without a parent holding their hand at all times and never allowing them to climb trees, play in creeks, and get dirty.
You can’t bitch that our spoiled-ass children don’t ever experience consequences when you CRUCIFY us for any mistakes we let them make.
You can’t insist that we shelter them from the world by censoring music, books, and television shows, and then get pissed off that they can’t handle leaving home or entering the workforce in the real world….
You wax poetic about the days where your older brother herded all of you to the zoo by yourselves, while your mother stayed home and cleaned the house and cooked dinner and smoked cigarettes and gossiped on the phone with her friends. The only difference between me being at the park on my smartphone and her being in her kitchen is that no one could see her.
I love that line. Treating parents on their phones at the park as child abusers always seems so wrong. Should they be watching their kid’s every hop?
Anyway, the whole piece is here. This rant is like running through the sprinklers on a hot summer day. (With mom inside, smoking Marlboros.) – L..