Kirahfaye wrote:Trethowan, that was such a fantastic discourse that I want to copy and paste it . . . to my Facebook! I know a lot of people who could benefit from reading that!
haha... do you guys want to hear about my no excuses life philosophy next? haha... teasing. *waxes poetic*
Seriously though, it does help. Just because a person spawns a child doesn't make them magically mature. As children age they should be pushed out of the nest and encouraged to make their own choices and decisions for their lives but some parents want to clamp down on control, unwilling or unable to change alongside their child. A lot of that spawns from pride I think. An unwillingness to back off and let the young adult flourish, an unwillingness to give up control, or clinging to the notion of being THE authority. The parenting style that worked so great for the nine year old isn't working the same for the 15 year old and certainly not a 25 year old or more. Or some parents like to live vicariously through their kids and the only way to do that is to push the kids into doing 'what they wish they did when they were little.' (not a new concept, it's old and cliche really.) Toddlers and Tiaras anyone?
Like my dad always says, "you'll always be my little girl." That's fine, BUT if one takes "you'll always be my little girl" to the extreme it becomes "I'll always treat you like my little girl," and that spells trouble for any young adult seeking independence and autonomy. When the 'little girl' pulls away the controlling parent clamps down. They might seek to manipulate, bait the child into doing what they want, resort to anger and in extreme cases even violence. With me it was squelching any potential desire to leave town. "You don't want to do that, you'll be all alone with nobody to help or visit you." (translate: If you move we're not coming to see you.) "If you go away for college I'm selling your horse." Well, that's the next stage, outright demands and anger.
There is a fine line, a delicate balance, between parental advice and meddling. Here is a silly example from my young-adult days after having bought my first house. There is "I think pastels would look better on your wall," and then there is, "You'll never sell your house if you paint a darker color." Obviously my parents (whom I love very much) quickly delved into meddling and control. And I ended up painting pastels. I hate pastels and for two years I stared at a pale green wall in my office that I'd wanted to be the bedroom. Miserable. Why did I let them talk me into this again??? Why do I always cave in? First step, awareness. Analysis. Introspection. How do I avoid this in the future? I had some ideas and I was determined to have my way. I mean, come on. It's paint. It isn't like I'm being selfish or demanding here, I just wanted a plum bedroom with a fireplace. Why should the office get the cool fireplace? I was the one paying the mortgage, not them. Let's try this thing. Pumped up I said I was having a painting party. Any who wish to come can help redecorate my house. I invited them on purpose. Waahahaa...
Insert parental statements. "Your house is so pretty like it is." They offered to buy me paint again, in a different bright color. Upon refusing said pastel THEN the statements morph to, "Well, your room is going to look really bad. People will make fun of it behind your back." (an appeal to potential shame.) and following it, "You're wasting a lot of money, paint is expensive." (appeal to finances.) The painting begins! Rich plum is slathered over pale green (pretty sure it was a Martha Stewart color mom bought at k-mart on my behalf). I painted my green office turned bedroom an insanely dark rich plum and I trimmed my lavender bedroom in a dark industrial grey and took the curtains off the walls to give it an office-ish effect.
"No curtains will look bad, you need curtains to hold in the heat." "It's going to look like Barney the Dinosaur in there, yuk yuk yuk." "I can't believe you're doing this." "This is going to look terrible." My responses are a practiced, "This is my house and this is the way I want to paint it. I've always wanted to do this. I wish I did this the first time I painted the house. I really like this color. This is what I've chosen." Like a broken record baby.
And to illustrate the point, I was terrified. My mouth went dry half the time I would respond like this. I used to be a hard-core people pleaser with the traditional servant's heart. It was really hard for a passive kid like me to stand up for myself. So I'm pointing out that you're going to feel fear. This will push you out of your comfort zone.
Once the final coat was painted they said, "Oh. Well. I guess it's not so bad after all." Victory!!! Silly example but I pushed forward with what I wanted and ignored the nay-saying. Once defeated they resigned themselves to saying something nice. I was filled with a surge of confidence and happiness at having finally made a choice for myself. Oh glorious day. I thought, 'huh, that wasn't so bad. What else can I do for myself?"
I love my parents very much. I just have to be aware of tendencies. They think their way is always right and everyone else is an idiot. /sigh