Sorry, but you are that kid.
You are the kid that never has any fun.
You are the kid that does not have to newest gadgets.
You are the kid that has to check in all of the time.
Sorry, Kid, but your Dad is an asshole.
It is not that I am trying to be mean to you, really it isn’t. It is the fact that I believe that everything should come in its own time. You do not have to grow up too fast, you do not have to get everything quickly, and you do not have to make the right decisions all of the time. And that is the thing, you are not equipped to handle a society that will hold you accountable for your actions. You are not equipped for a society that will record you, store the video, and bring it out to use against you thirty years later when you are being considered for a career. The world is not that same as it was 10 or 20 years ago – the level of personal accountability has been heightened.
You want to be out a few more hours past curfew? No!
You want to host a sleepover? Uh-uh.
You want the newest cell phone? HELL NO!
I am sorry that you have to be asked, “What’s with your dad?” or “Why is he so mean?” On second thought, screw that – I am not sorry. I am not their parent!
You have parents who are highly involved in your life, you Lucky Duck. I cannot control what you do when you leave the nest; but, I hopefully have some sort of influence on how you choose to live your life after you leave it. I am your parent and I take that role seriously because I have a sole duty to society to place a responsible, resilient, and reliable person who carries my last name amongst the community.
It may seem like I am doing this to punish you; but, believe it or not, I am doing this our of love.
And some fear. Lots of fear.
Fear of you being in the headlines. Fear of being a part of a scandal. And I’ll admit — fear of someone saying, “Where were the parents?”
Think of your mother’s heart.
Now, go play outside and have your ass in here before the street lights come on.