Do you remember when you were little and your parents would tell you that you weren’t allowed to do things? When all you wanted to do was go outside and play but your parents did not allow you to do that because it was getting dark? I am starting to understand their reason behind all of that. Aging gives you a different perspective on life and now I am starting to see things their way.
My parents were pretty strict with my brothers and I when we were younger. They had a set of rules that we had to follow. If we didn’t listen, we’d get murdered. I think I turned out the way that I am now because of their rules. Kids these days aren’t punished enough for their misbehaviours. If they get into trouble, they are sent to their rooms. Everyone knows that their rooms are probably one of the best place to be. Punishing them by sending them to their rooms is nothing more than a slap on the wrist. I think that some parents should whip out their belts.
I know it may sound a little inhumane but what else can you do? I know that parents don’t mean to beat their kids but you can’t reason with kids because they don’t know any better. You have to let them know that if they do something bad, they’re going to get hurt. If they do something good, they will be rewarded. Most parents don’t want to have to punish their kids in fear that they will become the bad guy in their children’s eye.
When I was younger, I would steal things and then lie about it. My family wasn’t the richest family on the block so I never got the things that most kids received at that age. I didn’t have toys or a gaming console. All we had for entertainment was the television. When my parents found out about my mischievous acts, I got my ass whooped, more so by my mom than my dad. I was afraid of my mom when I was growing up. And if my dad punished me, it was even worse. After that, I was afraid of them both. I stopped getting into trouble, cold turkey.
Everything that my parents warned me about, when I was younger went in one ear and out the other. I hated having to talk to my parents because all of the advice that they gave me were useless. Or so I thought at the time. I was a kid and kids just don’t like to listen to their elders. I was pretty rebellious when I was little. All of the things that my parents told me not to do, I did. I wasn’t allowed to wear baggy clothing because my parents would think I was in some gang. I wore bang clothing anyways. My friend’s mom would joke about how wide my pant legs were by saying that I had two girls hidden in there. I wasn’t allowed to dye my hair but I did. I did it gradually though so they wouldn’t notice too much. My hair went from black to dark brown to light brown to blonde. But after a while, I realized that there was no purpose to dying my hair, so I stopped. I wasn’t allowed to have any of my ears pierced because that’s only for girls. I did it anyway because I wanted to. I had to hide the fact that I had my ear pierced from my parents though. After my mom saw me with an earring at a wedding, he asked me not to wear it anymore. By that time, I was slowly starting to mature so I agreed. To this day, my dad doesn’t know that my ear is pierced.
Nowadays, my parents are just warning me about speeding when I’m driving. I only speed when I’m in the car alone. If I have passenger, I tend to slow down a bit. I have a heavy foot that likes to put the pedal to the metal. I don’t know how they know that I’m speeding all the time because I don’t speed when I’m driving them to places. I think one of my brothers must have told on me.
Thinking about it now made me realize how simple things were back then. You get in trouble for doing bad things and you were punished for it. I may have hated to be punished but I don’t think there was any other way for me to learn. My younger brothers don’t get punished like I was when I was their age. They just get yelled at which doesn’t work. No matter how many times my mom yells at them, they just do it again the next time. My youngest brother, he’s a little rascal. My mom yells at him almost everyday. Maybe I should step in and open a can of whoopass on him.