In my previous post, I’ve obviously hit a nerve with some with my belief that pregnant teens don’t deserve any concessions or special privileges because they became pregnant.
Ok, I take that back, if the girl needs to go to the restroom and puke, let her. But that’s about as far as I would take it!
When I was growing up, I was scared to death of what my dad would do if I disobeyed his rules. Was it because he abused me or beat me? NO, not at all. In fact, I only ever remember getting the belt a few times and to be honest, I deserved every whack I got!
My parents raised me to respect them and their decisions. They raised me that every choice I would make in life came with a consequence - some of those would be good, some would be bad.
My grandparents had a great deal of input in my upbringing too, due to a terminally ill sibling.
I back talked my mom a couple of times and took the angel tread slipper right across the mouth.
Was I abused? Hell No!
My grandmother told me if I EVER came home with a hicky on my neck she’d take a wire brush to my neck and you’d never know a hicky had been there.
Did I test that theory? Nope! Did I believe she’d do it? You betcha’
I’ve plucked a few switches off the tree that I knew were going to be used to give me the whoopin I deserved.
Was I abused? Not a chance!
When I’d get ready to go on a date, my date HAD to come to the door. My dad would check my dates watch. If he didn’t have one, my dad would provide one for him. My curfew was 11:00 and I knew if I got INSIDE the door at 11:02, I’d be grounded for a full month. My father had to hear the car start, check the gas gauge and then, if everything seemed in order, I was allowed to leave on a date for 4 hours TOPS!
I was never allowed to have a boy in my room, they were never even allowed to know what my room looked like. There was no reason to.
If I were to ever get a speeding ticket, my driving privileges would be taken away until I was out of school and moving out. My parents told me speeders are only in a hurry to die! And you know what? I understood what they meant!
Because I had the strict parents I had, I remained a virgin until I was engaged to be married and just prior to my 20th birthday. And I lived to tell about it!
Because I had strict parents, I didn’t become a mother myself until I knew I was ready. I had twin boys just before I turned 26.
I never touched alcohol until I was 23. Never really felt the need to. I was too busy having a good time without it.
I watched both my parents work full time to pay for medical care of a terminally ill son and still have the time and the know-how to raise a responsible child. Go Figure!
Personally, I think parents are just scared or lazy when it comes to parenting. It’s our job as parents to raise the kids, not be their friends. That will come later in life. It takes parents being up their kids rears all the time. Monitoring what they are doing, where they are going and who they are going with.
So why aren’t more doing it?
Tags: pregnant teens, strict parenting, parenting teens, high school
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