I have a confession to make. I’ve been listening to Dr. Ray Guarendi. By “listening” I mean streaming 2-6 archived episodes a day for the last 3 weeks. This might seem like a lot, but compared to the way I go through audio books, it’s nuthin’.
The side effects of listening to Dr. Ray so much is that it’s made me more aware of other parenting styles, especially those of the people around me. Now, I don’t hang out with a ton of other parents. Living out in the boonies like we do means it’s a 45-minute drive anywhere except the local library and their story-times are all smack in the middle of nap-time. So we stay home a lot. This means that when I do go out and see other parents at the grocery store, church, in the neighborhood, etc. I’m extra aware of how they parent their kids and I’ve come up with some names for the various styles of parenting I see.
Please note that I’m not trying to be critical of these parents or that I think they’re doing a bad job of raising their kids. I’m an observer, a natural-born people-watcher (just ask my mother), and love to see how other folks do stuff. I find that watching other parents makes me more aware of the ways I don’t want to raise my kids. Again, not because other parents are doing it “wrong”, but because I want to see if their system might work with my kids.
Styles of Parenting:
The Yammerer: This is the parent who yammers. “Don’t throw rocks, Johnny.” “Johnny! I said not to throw rocks!” “Johnny, if you throw another rock you’re grounded for a month!” “I meant it when I said not to throw rocks!” “Don’t you dare throw that rock young man!” You’ve all heard this one. The tirade just goes on and on, and eventually the parent gets fed up and acts, or the kid gets bored and stops throwing rocks. To me this is super annoying because it has little to no effect on the kid. My suspicion is that the parent doesn’t know they can physically step in and put an actual stop to the rock throwing without damaging the child’s psyche. But whatever, it’s their kid, they can parent how they want. In fact, I was this parent for a while until I got sick of Little Miss just ignoring my continued commands and decided to change up my style.
The Okay-er: This parent turns every single command or request into a question. “Put on your coat, okay?” “It’s time to get in the car, okay?” Like the kid has a choice! But hey, if it works for you, that’s great! One mom I know gets fantastic results and no back-chat with this tactic. I’m not giving my kid an option because Little Miss would take it and run. She’s that kind of kid. As she gets older I anticipate her working to find any and every loophole in rules and commands. In our house it’s get in the car or I’ll put you in the car, and if you fight me I’ll take away your beloved stuffy for the rest of the afternoon.
The Hoverer: This is, I guess, the same as a helicopter parent. It’s the one who is constantly there to help or rescue their kid from whatever they’ve gotten themselves into. If this works for you, fantastic! Maybe your kid is more timid or unsure and needs the encouragement to step outside their comfort zone and try stuff. Little Miss would LOVE it if I were this parent. She would play “helpless princess” all. day. long. I tried it for about a week and gave it up as far too much work. Especially since I knew her to be perfectly capable of whatever it was she was trying to do (because I watched her do it unaided the day before). She still pulls this stunt with Daddy on occasion and gets away with it and that’s okay. Daddy enjoys playing her knight in shining armor.
The “It’s not a threat, it’s a promise”: This is what I grew up with. If mom said she’d put me in time out if I didn’t do/stop doing something…then I was going in time out. There were no ifs, no buts, no extenuating circumstances. And if I dared give any back-chat, the consequences got worse. Mom was in charge and we kids knew where the boundaries were. We also knew that if we crossed those boundaries, there would be consequences. It was as simple as that. My mother got this style of parenting from her mother. If I remember the story correctly, one of my grandmother’s kids made some snide comment about her threat of discipline and she just looked at him and calmly said “It’s not a threat, sweetheart. It’s a promise.” This is the parenting that works best with Little Miss. She likes knowing Mommy and Daddy are in charge. She proves this by being a happy, content toddler, eager to please and ready to dance at a moment’s notice. When I let stuff slide and fail to hold her to account, Little Miss’ behaviour gets worse and her mood goes haywire. So I have to step up and reset boundaries, and then life gets better.
The more kids I have (we’re not done yet!) and the longer I parent, the more I find that setting boundaries, keeping discipline as consistent as I can, and starting all this early, the better my life is. That’s not to say we don’t have rough days and that I don’t sometimes question what I’m doing. There are days when modern “psychologically correct” parenting worms its way into my head and I get nervous that I’m messing up my kids in a massive way. But then I stop and think. How many centuries have gone by, how many great men and women have lived and died, how many fantastic discoveries were made by folks who were raised with steady discipline and firm boundaries. Then I get up, shove the doubts aside, and we get back on track.
The fundamental thing is, Little Miss knows I love her and that I’m setting boundaries and rules for her benefit. Some day she will be old enough to understand that I did all this when she was young so that when she grows up and steps out on her own, she will function well in a world that is full of boundaries and rules, and where discipline can result in a lost job, losing a home, or time in jail. To steal a line from Dorothy L. Sayers short story Tallboys, “But one’s got to prepare people for life, hasn’t one?” and that is what Mr. Fantastic and I am trying to do.