Like, gag me with a spoon!

ImageThe younger generation – more specifically, my teenage daughter – has me stumped. Because she does things that simply don’t make sense. And it frustrates me well past my usual state of composure. (Yes, believe it or not, I am a fairly composed person – really – I’ve worked on it over the years and as of late tend to remain reasonably calm even when provoked.) And I try, like many parents these days, to be a card carrying member of the “Pick Your Battles” and the “Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff” clubs but sometimes, it’s the little things that make me sweat the most. That makes my insides boil to the point of combustion – literally. And I hate that feeling – because when I am mad or upset with my children, I inevitably end up being disappointed in myself. I know. I know. That in itself is probably a Dr. Phil issue but it’s not where we’re going here – not today at least.

Now I’m sure that in all my attempts to perfect the Valley Girl persona I tried desperately to mimic when I was a teenager (yep, I really did used to say things like “gag me with a spoon”) that I did a few things that sent my own mother off her rocker, but I don’t remember being blatantly disrespectful or dim-witted, if you will. If my mother said “no”, then “no” was the answer. And I didn’t feign the “wait … what … what do you mean? What are you talking about?” disposition either. At least that’s the way I remember it and since my mother doesn’t read my blog, that’s what I’m going with here.

Point being, I’m finding it increasingly difficult to have a whole lot of empathy for the generation that seems to hold an innate sense of entitlement without having to work for it – and yes, I know, I am one of the guilty ones that has perpetuated this – if they didn’t like what was for dinner, I made them something else. When they were the ripe old age of 10, they got an iPhone. The list goes on …

Alas, I suppose if I’m really going to be an active member in the “Pick Your Battles” club, I should just pick up her laundry before I too start to ignore it. And so, today – when my daughter gripes about dinner, refuses to talk about school, soccer, her latest post to Instagram, leaves a pile of dirty clothes at the top of the stairs and steps over it 15 times – I will look at her with the love that I have for her, the deep, deep love and try my best to squash the tendency to give in to frustration. I will pick another, bigger battle on a different day. I will be empathetic. Not only because she is my daughter, but because she is a member of the younger generation – because she is young. And that in itself can be frustrating enough for her and all of her friends, let alone me.

Now you go have like a totally awesome day!!!!!!!!! Dudes and Dudettes!

This post inspired by The Daily Prompt: Generation XYZ ~ “Think about the generation immediately younger or older than you. What do you understand least about them — and what can you learn from them?”

9 comments

  1. So glad my kids are all grown up — I don’t know where in the sand I’d draw the line regarding technology especially. It was tough enough as it was, because the 2 sets of 2 were 12 yrs apart on the short end, 17 on the long, and things had changed so much.. Good luck! (By the way, I am one of the 3 people in the world who dig Nick Cage — I’m gonna make this post’s photo into my desktop wallpaper, lol!)

  2. We do the same head-scratching with our kids’ behavior as well. They have it too good most of the time. From the younger generation, I could certainly learn better multi-tasking. They constantly have their heads in 3 different activities.

    From the older generation, definitely enjoying the moment. I really need to stop cheering for tomorrow or next month or summer to get here–I am missing too much of rich now.

  3. When I was growing up there were no Rewards for Doing what is Expected. I suggest you explain if they do what is expected of them then they will get to enjoy the thing they like. If they go above and beyond, maybe then they can get or do something special.

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