November 11, 2015

You Want It, Go Get It. It's Right Out There...

Elder Spawn is getting to that age where she's testing the limits, trying to assert some independence, and is pretty much sure she's got all the answers.  And, naturally, that's creating some tension in the house between her, me, and the Missus.

She doesn't see a need to study "boring" stuff like math and science because "I'm going to be famous for acting and making YouTube videos."  She's not very fond of the idea of a "bed time", because "only babies need a bed time, and I'm grown up."  Clothing is something that shouldn't be worn more than twice, and why don't we just buy her more clothes instead?  Rules like picking up after herself, helping with the chores (for which I pay her, as we want her to learn that if you work, you make money... The more work you do, the more money you make... The more money you make, the more money you can spend on stuff like... Well, clothes.)  And she's wanting to go on a tag-along trip with her friend and friend's family to Florida for Spring Break, for which we are expected to pay.

I pointed out that money is tight, and if she wants to go on vacation she should have been doing chores and saving her money for the airfare, rather than expect us to pay it, now get your laundry folded and put away, then get ready for bed...

Her exasperation boiled over, and she shouted at me "I'm so sick of your damn rules!  I can't wait until I don't have to follow your stupid rules any more!"

My reply:

"I'm sure you are.  Out there in the world, there won't be anyone telling you to put away your laundry.  If you want to leave your laundry laying around, rather than putting it in the hamper and putting away the clean stuff, you can.  Out there, nobody will tell you when you have to go to bed.  Stay up till 2 am every night?  Go ahead, nobody will stop you.  Sleep in as late as you want, too.  It's all up to you.

"Out there, nobody's going to try to make you eat healthy foods.  You can have all the pizza and mac-n-cheese you can afford.  Nobody is going to care if you get fat.  Nobody will care that your clothes stink because you can't do laundry.  Nobody will care that you're tired because you stayed up late.  Nobody will care that you never learned how to balance your checkbook, or repair a lamp, or cook a meal without a microwave.  Nobody will care that your house is dirty because you don't know how to run the vacuum, mop a floor, wash dishes, or scrub a bath tub.  Nobody will care that you have to walk because your car broke down and you can't change a flat tire.  Nobody will care.  It's a world without any of my stupid rules.

"And if you want it, then go get it.  All you have to do is turn the door knob.  It's right out there..."

2 comments:

Old NFO said...

Ah yes, teenage rebellion... Just remember, ya can't kill 'em...

Dirk said...

As a fellow father of a teenage daughter, I feel your pain, oh so intensely. Consider this post printed out and...well....not framed, but I'll certainly use it for inspiration *when* my daughter (or son - he's getting to that age, too) starts up in a similar rebellious vein.