“It’s Not My Job to Raise Your Kids!” | How to take responsibility for your own children

 

 

“IT’S NOT MY JOB TO RAISE YOUR KIDS!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m sure you’ve heard of, witnessed, or even experienced the out of control child either in a store or restaurant, haven’t you.

 

But with further observation, where’s the parent?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where’s the parent with the little bundle of joy, who is turned around & standing on the booth seat, with ketchup all over their hands, playing with your hair!

 

Yes this is a real situation, happened to me, & the mother never intervened….

 

 

 

 

 

Where’s the parent with the little bundle of joy, who is screaming in the store isle, on the floor, pulling stuff off the shelves, while looking directly at you like you cased them to spin out of control!

 

Yes another real situation, I’m sure most of us have witness that a time or two.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh there they are, ignoring their child & just keeps talking to their friend in deep gossip or keeps on shopping down the isle ahead of the trail of scattered merchandise all over the floor. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then there’s the children I’ve had to countless times had to additionally deal with when they’ve come into the ER room or even the clinic exam rooms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, I’m not talking about the kids that are patients, I can handle those just fine (since they’re actually afraid of the nurse).

 

I’m clearly talking about the siblings or the ones who accompany the parent who is sick.

 

 

 

 

 

 

True story:  They come flying in the door, run over & immediately open every cabinet door & door &start unloaded them, they move to the gloves & start pulling all of them out faster than a machine, then they start pulling things off the walls.

 

 

Oh, in case you’re wonder if that was either an exaggeration or maybe a one time thing,  OH NO IT’S NOT.  TRUE STORIES FOLKS! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the years have gone by, this issue has become worse & worse & worse, by so many all over the world.

 

Why?  Apparently parental roles have evolved to the theoretical reasoning fashion, of sorts, so they say.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, I for one can tell you, the ‘theoretical reasoning’ did not keep the ketchup out of my hair, or the hands with gravy off my shoulders. 

 

Nor did the ‘theoretical reasoning’ keep all the medical supplies off the floors of the hospitals/clinics in the first 15 seconds of their arrival, to leave it look like nothing other than an EF4 Tornado passed through.

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, let’s get back to the basics about PARENTING 101.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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HOW TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR OWN CHILDREN

 

(The following is the JOB of the PARENT)

As a parent, your job & your job alone is to:

 

Train

Shape

Mold

Correct

Guide

Punish

Reward

Instruct

Warn

Teach

Discipline

Watch at all times

Love

 

 

 

 

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These are only SOME of what you must do & take responsibility for, while raising your children.

It’s not your child’s teacher role, it’s not your family or their grandparents role, it’s not an innocent bystanders role or the general public’s role.

It’s solely the parents responsibility to “raise” your children & include those very basics job roles I’ve included above.

Until your children are finally in college, or where ever there go as adults, ‘theoretical reasoning’ is NOT how babies, children young adults are wired to receive & understand.

So, on behalf of everyone in the world, please take your role & job as a parent seriously & dutifully.

Please respect those around your child, respect those property around your child.

We love children too, but our children have or are going through, the training & raising it takes to be a responsible job as a parent.

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Oh, & by the way, let me share this True Story with you: 

My nursing pin, I wear from college nursing school graduation (which seems like 100 yrs ago), has a very thick, very ornate style which of at a glance resembles sort of a Sheriffs badge/star, but not as large.   Of course, because I’m proud of my profession, I wear over my heart  (we wear scrubs).

One day a very out of control, wild unruly little 4 year old came running into the room with his ill mother, pulling & throwing things everywhere, similar to what I details earlier.

Finally, this little tornado turned around & looked up at me & stopped in his tracks frozen.  With his mouth opened wide, he just stared at me. 

The momentary silence from the prior screaming & running while destroying the room, was wonderful, so I just selfishly soaked up & enjoyed the moment, while directing my attention to his very sick mother.

 

Finally, the little boy said very softly & seriously, while still looking up staring at me frozen in place:  “Are you the Sheriff?”

For whatever reason at that moment, I looked back at him staring at me & replied:  “Yes I AM!”  And said nothing more while looking back at him.

The little boy never took his eyes off me, & literally after a 5 second stare down, he backed up slowly to a chair, climbed up backwards on it still staring at me, & never said another word for the next hour while I treated his Mama who was sick.

Not thinking anymore about the initial incident & interaction with that little man, I completed the care for this boy’s mother & she was ready to go home. 

However, the little boy, who still never said a word since our original interaction, looked at me while on his way out the door while leaving & just stopped. 

He then turned around & looked up at me for a few seconds, & without saying a word, he saluted me like a soldier.  Then he  just turned around slowly, took his mama’s hand & left with her….    True Story!

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Was it wrong of me to let that happen, to let that little boy think I was something I wasn’t?  I this situation, when there wasn’t time for ‘explanation’, I think not.

Thankfully, that little boys imagination or something he’d seen & related to, triggered a memory of respect & carried it out.

For this incident, he related my 1.5 inch diameter nursing pin to an authority figure & he was smart enough to know what that meant at age 4.

That little guy is definitely trainable. 

I only hope that parent realized it.

I do think that Mamma DID realize it, because before they left & he took her hand, she hugged me saying quietly:  “Thank you for quieting him down”…..

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“The way we talk to our children, becomes their inner voice”…..

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