I found myself driving through a neighborhood from my past. I got the sudden urge to pass through my old stomping grounds as a young teenager. I rolled by a good friends home and reminisced the days we sat on the front steps, yet other kids sat there today. I didn’t recognize any of them. The old corner store that sold us cigarettes, regardless of our age, was now a bakery. It didn’t look the same. The 24 hour donut shop that we’d hang out at eating free pastries was still there, but the owners were different. The park bench where I kissed a girl, gone. The park didn’t even look the same. They put in new playground for the kids, which is good thing, I guess.
I felt like a stranger in what used to be called home. I was disconnected, the ties were severed, and I felt sorrow. The fact that the memories seemed so close, yet they were far away — The fact that everywhere I looked had a story that seemed to be fading, saddened me — The fact that the people I couldn’t live without from this place were not part of my life anymore, confused me.
The emotions took over and then I smiled. I went home.
I’ve been playing with an app on my iPad called Paper. I even bought a pencil to go with it.
A call I got last night…
“Are you all right?” asked my vice principal. “So many crazy things going on at school today and I just heard a rumor that something happened to you, so I wanted to make sure you were ok.”
“I’m fine. Thanks for checking. ” Strange call, but glad someone cares to check on me.
Next day at school…
“Are you in trouble with the FBI?” asked a student as I walked towards my classroom.
“Why would you ask that?”
” There’s a rumor going around that the FBI was questioning you and you were crying”
As the day progressed I kept getting questions about the FBI, crying, getting a ticket, going to jail…
Then I realized that the other day two insurance salesman came to my room to discuss my retirement plan. They were two older gentlemen in black suits. The kids thought they were FBI agents. I’m not sure where the crying came in, but maybe it had something to do with how much I’m not going to get when retirement comes around. Rumors, got to love em’
Every parent wants to be the hero that swoops in and saves the day, but allowing our children to fail is a life lesson that is essential for our children to learn. It can be hard watching them be unsuccessful, especially when it could have been avoided with some parental assistance, but ask yourself – What are you teaching them by not allowing them to fail?
Don’t get me wrong, help your kid when needed, but allow them to learn on their own. Parents that rescue their child all the time teach their kids to depend on them. Failing allows children to learn from their mistakes, make better decisions in the future, and gain confidence in themselves. By taking responsibility for themselves children start to learn through their errors and deal with consequences. Life is full of mistakes and we need to learn how to handle them.
Allow your child to own their responsibilities, learn from their mistakes, and deal with failure…it will benefit their road towards success. Don’t be that super parent that swoops in and rescues their child all the time.
Side note: I’m not sure why I wrote this. I was thinking about how hard it is to raise a child and deal with a teenager. I always wonder if I am making the right decisions. Am I involved enough in my child’s life? Am I doing something wrong as a parent? Too much love? Not enough? Looking back I owe a huge apology to my parents for all they put up with while I was going through my teen years.