Rules at Home
Children need rules. They feel secure and
cared for if they are given well defined and reasonable boundaries,
beyond which they suffer equally reasonable, but effective, consequences.
The following texts give much to think about......
(If any one knows the origin of these, please let us know.)
I loved you enough........
Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that
motivates a parent, I will tell them:
I loved you enough ... to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be
I loved you enough ... to insist that you save your money and buy a bike for yourself even
though I could afford to buy one for you.
I loved you enough ... to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a
I loved you enough ... to make you go pay for the bubble gum you had taken and tell the
clerk, "I stole this yesterday and want to pay for it."
I loved you enough ... to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job
that should have taken 15 minutes.
I loved you enough.... to let you see anger, disappointment and tears in my eyes.
Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.
I loved you enough.... to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the
penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, I loved you enough ... to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm glad I won them,
because in the end you won, too.
And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic
that motivates parents, you will tell them.............
Were your Mum or Dad mean?
I know mine were. We had the meanest parents in the whole world!
While other kids ate sweets for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.
While others had a Pepsi and crisps or chocolate for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.
And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different
from what other kids had, too.
My parents insisted on knowing where we were at all times.
You'd think we were convicts in a prison.
They had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them.
They insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be
gone for an hour or less.
We were ashamed to admit it, but they had the nerve to break the Child
Labour Laws by making us work.
We had to wash the dishes, make the beds,
learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts
of cruel jobs.
I think they would lie awake at night thinking of more
things for us to do.
They always insisted on us telling the truth the whole
truth, and nothing but the truth.
By the time we were teenagers, they could read
Then, life was really tough - my parents wouldn't let our friends
just honk the horn when they drove up.
They had to come up to the door so they
could meet them.
While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we
had to wait until we were 16. Because of our parents, we missed out on lots
of things other kids experienced.
None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's
property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all their fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We
are doing our best to be mean parents just like ours were.
I think that is what's wrong with the world today.
It just doesn't
have enough mean parents.