As an alternative high school
teacher, I just LOVE bad parenting. Now, many of my students have really great
parents and have had other issues—illness, family member deaths, poverty—that have
put them behind in school and into my classroom. But kids with bad parents are
almost guaranteed to end up with me.
Yesterday was a perfect
example. I was running a bunch of errands, and somewhere near the Target
dressing room, I overheard this:
“MoMMEEEE!”
“I said ‘No’. I am not buying
a watch for a three-year-old. A three-year-old doesn’t need a watch!”
[At this point I am both
happy to hear a firm parent and a little sad that there’s one kid who won’t end
up in my classroom; but then I certainly hope I can retire before this little
one makes it to her junior year anyway.]
“MoMMEEEE!”
“Why do you always argue when
I TOLD YOU ‘NO’?”
“MoMMEEEE!”
“Okay but I’ll just get you a
plastic one, not a real watch.”
Aha! Success!! I wanted to
call over and say,
“ Hey—I can certainly tell you why she keeps whining. For the same reason
my dogs don’t beg from me, but they do beg from my mom. It works!
But then, I want whomever
takes over for me when I retire to have nice, full classroom of students whose
parents couldn’t say no and mean it.
Good luck. By then, teachers will probably be getting paid based on how
kids raised like this do on their standardized tests. So good luck.
But mostly, good luck to the
little girl who is in for a big fat trauma when she realizes the real world
couldn’t care less how much she whines.