Violin Symphony for Teens around the World…Not!
This story came about after a friend told me she was upset over her teenage daughter calling her a “bitch” in a text message.
Yeah, that’s right little miss. We parents check your phone from time to time because you never talk to us about your friends or what is going on in your life.
I am so tired of hearing stories of kids who disrespect their parents. So, I decided to have a chat with you spoiled little brats.
First of all I address the teen of my friend. Could you have sent that vile message if your Mom and Dad, had not given you a cell phone, with unlimited texting?
No you wouldn’t. You would have had to resort to a land phone and actually said the word “bitch” aloud for your Mom to perchance hear.
Did it ever occur to you that the only reason you have that phone is because your mom worries about you, and wants you to have a way to contact her if you’re stranded somewhere or in danger, because she loves you so much? Nope, didn’t think so.
Did you know that owning a cell phone isn’t a God given right, but a privilege that your parents decided to bestow on you?” What? You never knew that fact?
Many teens today, (notice I didn’t say all teens), seem to think they’re parents owe them. The contention is, “I didn’t ask to be born, but now that I’m here, you owe me everything and anything I might want.” That would be a large BS!
I get that peer pressure plays a big part in the things you say and do. Your friends are crapping on their parents and you have to take part, even if you don’t have a real issue with your folks. God forbid, you should actually say you have cool parents!
The parents that love you to pieces, and try to set an example of a good value system, and encourage you to do well in school are awful…right?
I suppose the parents who go without something they wanted, in order to get you the latest electronic gizmo or gadget that you want are selfish assholes?
You know they make the “money is tight” story up, just to make you feel guilty for asking for something, don’t you? They have all the money in the world to spend on you, you, and only you.
If by some strange cosmic disturbance they actually say, “No” to something you want, you know the right buttons to push in order to get them to cave.
You try the tantrum (that always worked for you at age two), and if that fails, you step it up to mind games. “You don’t love me”…”I hate you!” Or the one that sends chills down their spines, “I might as well be dead!”
You sulk in your room, refusing to acknowledge their existence. Chances are, sooner or later one of your tactics will work…they cave and buy you that new toy you wanted. Now, don’t you feel proud of yourself?
Then they return to being the most hellish parent a kid could have. They ask you to clean you the pigsty that passes for your bedroom! They actually expect you to show some small bit of gratitude by performing physical labor? How cruel of them, that is abuse you say?
How dare they try to teach you responsibility! You should not have to clean your room, or wash dishes, or contribute in any form or fashion to the family household.
Hell, you’re just a boarder there. When you reach eighteen, you are out of there!
That argument might fly if you didn’t bring up the, “I’m your child” thing the next time you want something from them.
I know, perhaps I am being too hard on teens. I should step back and remember what it was like a hundred years ago when I was a teen myself.
Let’s see if I can get the old memory going here. Well, we didn’t have cell phones, or X-Box, or DVD’s. Computers were mainly for corporate offices, not homes.
Tennis shoes with a brand meant “Keds”. Clothes with a brand meant wearing my sister’s hand-me-downs, so they were “Diane’s”.
For entertainment, we watched American Band Stand on an old cabinet style black and white TV. My friends and I hung out in the parking lot of the Park ‘n Eat fast food place on Saturday nights, and my curfew was ten o’clock.
Oh yeah, I have been way too hard on you guys! You have every right to whine and complain about your tortured lives on your cell phones, while playing games online on your personal laptop computers.
Mom made meatloaf for dinner and you hate meatloaf! She is obviously trying to piss you off.
Never mind the fact that your meals are made by someone other than you, and all you have to do is enjoy the fruits of her labor. So eat the friggin’ meatloaf or go make yourself a PB&J sandwich!
Each morning you go to your closet and pick an outfit that makes you look hot.
Where did the hot clothes come from? They came from your mom and dad’s hard work, that’s where.
How come they smell all fresh and clean? They’re that way because your mom collected them from the pile on the floor of your pigsty room and washed them.
While you sleep in on Saturday morning, your dad has mowed the lawn and your mom has vacuumed the whole house. A dozen other little chores got done as well, even though they were up as late as you were last night, because they couldn’t fall asleep until they heard you come in safely.
So my little dears, the next time you want to call your mom a “B” word, let the word spell “Best.” If your friends make fun of you, invite them over to meet your parents.
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