
Maya the Flower
It could be the time change, the weather, the World Series, or just that my kids are going through a stage of life. However, I’d be lying if I said that the last week or so have been sweet as sugar here at the Goldstein house. Every time I turn around, Isabel has knocked her sister down or stolen her toy. Then, when I’m paying attention to Izzy, Maya decides she’s going to ransack my tupperware cabinet or climb on something dangerous. It’s like a never ending cycle of craziness here and I only have two kids!
In the midst of the insanity, I started to wonder to myself how truly different it was for my grandparents to raise their kids as compared to me raising mine. Truthfully, our way of parenting is completely different and that’s because a) we are different people and b) the schools of though have changed drastically over the last fifty years or so regarding child rearing. In fact, I don’t even think they call it “rearing” anymore. But I digress.
Anyhow, I thought about this question a lot over the weekend. My first answer was of course it was VERY different. However, then a few more questions popped into my head. For instance, are children different today? Whereas my Grandma might have had to reprimand my Mom for cutting school, parents today have to make sure that their children aren’t starting online relationships with people 20 years their senior. Scary stuff. So, does that then mean that my three year-old might be more difficult to handle than say my Mom when she was the same age?
Just to give you a quick idea of what I’m dealing with, Izzy is a precocious three going on twenty-three. She has full command of the English language and is working on her Hebrew, Spanish, and Chinese. And, she taught herself how to write her name a few weeks ago. When she’s not doing puzzles or playing role play games with her dolls, she enjoys long walks on the beach and sitting down with a calculator and adding numbers. Yes, I’m dead serious.
Back to the matter at hand. Is my 21st century little darling more difficult than my 20th century Mom was when she was the same age? I’m telling you, as a mother of two, the answer is yes. I think that as time and technology progresses, so does the human brain. What ten year-olds dealt with years ago our five and six year-olds deal with those same, and sometimes more complex, issues today.
Well then, what’s the solution? I’m not exactly sure, but I can tell you what’s NOT the solution. We can’t shelter our children. They are what they are – children of the 21st century. They will probably learn how to use a computer before they can sit down and read their first chapter book. They have watched an African-American man become President of the United States and in the 2nd grade they already know what the word “terrorist” means. These kids are vulnerable and they need our help. We can’t leave them out there to figure things out on their own anymore and more importantly, we can’t leave it to their peers or other folks to teach them. As a parent, I’ve recognized that no matter how hard it gets you just have to keep plugging away. The reality of it is that it only gets harder. When I say harder I don’t mean that at the age of 13 you’re going to have to explain the birds and the bees right after you wipe your kid’s butt. Eventually, they will take care of their own personal hygiene needs and then you, as a parent, will move on to bigger and better things like explaining why people get divorced and why every house on the street has X-mas lights up and your’s doesn’t.
It’s a nonstop cycle of questions and answers. I don’t think it ever stops. However, I am almost convinced that our questions and answers are lightyears ahead of what transpired between parents and kids a mere fifty years ago. After all, a 21st century family warrants 21st century parenting. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.