There are times – and I think it’s more now that my kids are older than when they were younger – when parents have to make a decision and the outcome is an unhappy child. We know what call they want – but it’s not a popularity contest, so sometimes they’re just not happy.
Over the last two weeks, I’ve run afoul of expectations of both of my girls. While I can see their point of view on the issues in question – I’m comfortable with my thought process and decisions.
When the girls were way younger a temper tantrum would ensue, and that would be over quickly once they realized the low impact it had on me. In the tween years, there would be a more sustained protest, perhaps even an attempt to argue.
But in the mid-to-late teen years – there’s a whole different approach, I’m not sure if its intentional or not – but now I deal with passive aggressive, displaced anger and the occasional dirty look.
But the lesson I learned probably the day 17.0 came home from the hospital in Boston – its called parenting. It’s not a popularity content.
It would be great for my kids to applaud every decision and I’d love to be hailed as a hero every time I say, “No” to something. At least in my house, that’s just not the way it works.
So, I’ll deal with a few dirty stairs and try not to laugh when one takes out their anger on the other knowing it’s aimed at me. I’m a parent, not a politician – and it’s not a popularity contest.