The Sweetest Mother's Day Gift!

Sir, you are completely wrong in your crusty article (scroll below to find the original piece). You speak of olden times being golden and a better way of parenting, but I see that archaic treatment of children as second-class citizens as selfish parent bullying verging on neglect, thereby silencing children to a voiceless nameless stature. Modern parenting talent comes from ensuring the importance of marriage while teaching children to respect without belittling or making them feel insignificant.

Modern parents don’t have to rank a hierarchy of importance to birth respect from kids, we just need to teach our children.

I am not a millennial generation mom and I am not a parent of grown children either; I am in between, a mom in my forties married with three children aged teenage and younger. I am offended for the millennial parents because you lumped them all into a careless mindset with no regard for teaching their children respect, as parents who don’t care about their marriages. In your article, you insist millennials put children first and that will make their children entitled which in turn also means their marriages aren’t important.

That is simply not true.

I know plenty of millennials who happen to value their marriages very much, they value their children, they value family. Being a mom slightly older than the millennials, I agree.

Don’t lay a blanket statement on all the millennial parents. There will always be the parents who take child focus too far and don’t command authority. Their children will be entitled brats who do not grow up to contribute positively to society, but that has always been the case. It’s not new to the millennial generation.

Making a marriage priority doesn’t have to mean children last. I backpedal and say you are correct when you say children thrive because of a stable family. However, they don’t thrive because marriage is first and kids second; family as a whole should be first, marriage and kids as a part of that. I’m not arguing parents ignore their marriage for their children, quite the contrary, but the marriage as part of the family and there is time for all. More like a pie chart, then a hierarchy. The pie chart slices change shape as the child grows and needs change.

Back in the time you are making sound so shiny and perfect when kids were second-class citizens is not the way to go. Back in those ancient times children did not always have a voice.

Children should have a voice. Today’s parents know this because we’ve learned from the past what not to do. Children should know they are important and of value, and not be shoved off to go sit in the corner silent like the davenport sofa while the parents talk and frolic amongst themselves. My grandma used the term davenport sofa. I use davenport sofa here because it’s archaic and from the early 1900s, just like your point of view.

However, I backpedal again and agree with you on this, it should be clear parents are in charge. As a mom in her forties, I value family. Our family is a unit, not a harsh hierarchy. I’m a mom and I will not bully my children into a level of less importance. My children participate in sports and extra-curricular activities, we go on vacations, heck we have a swimming pool, but our kids know my husband and I are in charge because we teach them that reality.

Treating children as important individuals does not make them entitled. Preventing entitlement is all in how a parent raises their child, not because the parents slot their kids as less important than themselves. Just because modern parents engage their kids in extra-curricular activities does not mean the parents are making their kids into little entitled monsters or that their marriages aren’t a priority. That is a crap blanket statement. Some parents will take extra-curricular activities too far, I agree here. Don’t make assumptions for the rest who don’t do this.

Do you know why things are different in parenting today? Because the old way of belittling children didn’t work and it doesn’t work today. It’s a different world. I’m speaking as a wife and mother here. Family is important, kids are important, marriage is important. I’m not listing them in any order making a hierarchy, but I’m suggesting it be viewed as a pie chart instead. It’s called time management, Sir.

A family need not be a dictatorship. A family is not an army or a company or a classroom. My husband and I don’t have to put marriage on a pedestal to command respect. Parenting is a verb and we need to DO it, not have kids sitting on the outside looking up at a marriage on a pedestal, but as a family as a whole; where kids matter too but with parents in charge. We don’t put our children on a pedestal either but they are at the forefront.

“Children should be seen and not heard” is a nauseating phrase from back in your day. It doesn’t fit in parenting today. Denial of a voice as being treated as a second-class citizen steals from self-worth, it doesn’t add respect. You are wrong. We don’t have to smother our kids with our own self-importance for them to respect us.

You have missed key factors like how slotting children to second-class citizens fuels the fire for low self-esteem, bullying, rebellion, angry lash outs, and even depression. Every piece of attention and inclusion of a child in the family is important and yes, children should be at the forefront of families; they are the future.

Writing as a grown woman who suffered severely from low self-esteem as a child, I know children need to be valued, be given a voice that will be heard. My parents did let me have a voice, they did not parent me as a second-class citizen and I did respect them, yet I knew they were in charge.

We need to teach children they are significant so they don’t become lost in self-doubt, low self-esteem or even worse become a victim of suicide. With so much information streaming into our children’s lives from the internet, social media, and tv, this means we need to focus even more on our kids to teach them they are of value. There is more respect learned by kids from hearing all opinions and allowing others to have their own opinions rather than telling kids they are less important and second rate.

You are confused. Recognizing kids as important, allowing them to have a voice, and solidifying they are of value does not mean you are teaching them to be self-entitled. My lucky children do thrive because of our strong family and marriage; this does not teach them to be entitled if we are doing our job as their parents to teach them we are at the head of our family.

You may address those families who do encourage entitlement, but don’t blanket the entire millennial generation, or my generation for that matter either, with your erroneous statements. A blanket statement like yours is offensive and wrong. The difference between your generation and parents now is that we don’t bully our children into submission. Children do deserve the status of utmost importance because we know belittling and disregarding them fuels low self-esteem and low self-confidence. These feelings lead to failure.

So, kindly and with the utmost respect to your career and credentials, please shut up and keep your old crusty blanket statements at home in your own house. Fold them up and put them in the closet where they belong and stop airing them to today’s parents, those dictatorship ways of parenting don’t work. Fear doesn’t work. Ignoring doesn’t work.

How do I know? Because I am a modern parent in the trenches of parenting today which you are clearly not.

You are right again though, America doesn’t need a generation of irresponsible entitled people who don’t strengthen a community.

Otherwise, you’ve got it all wrong. Try writing about your own peer group, might fit you better.

So God Made a Grandmother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A GRANDMA

Order Now!

Julie Hoag

Julie Hoag is a freelance writer and blogger, wife, and mom to three busy boys, & fur mama to two rescue dogs and two guinea pigs. She writes on her blog about motherhood, kids, family, recipes, DIY, travel, and faith. She is a vegetarian who loves to cook and create recipes when she’s not driving her three boys all over town to sports practices in her crumb-filled minivan. In her past life she has worked as a Scientist and Medical Data Manager, a pediatric nurse, and a SAHM. She loves to volunteer in her kids’ schools and help fundraise money for their schools. She is a Christian who loves nature, animals, traveling, gardening, swimming in her pool, and simply spending time with her family. Her favorites are dark chocolate, red wine, and cheese with yummy bread. http://www.juliehoagwriter.com/

Robotics Kids Are Building More than You Can See

In: Kids
Robotics kid watching competition

These robotics kids are going to shape our future. I think this every time I watch an elementary, middle school, or high school competition. My thoughts go back many years to when my middle child, who was six at the time, went with my husband to the high school robotics shop. They were only stopping in briefly to pick up some engineering kits, but my child quickly became captivated by what the “big kids” were doing. He stood quietly watching until one student walked over and asked if he would like to see what they were working on. My son,...

Keep Reading

Foster Care Kids Are Worth Fighting for

In: Kids
Hand holding young child's hand

Sometimes foster care looks like bringing a child from a hard place into your home. Sometimes it looks like sitting at a ball field with a former foster love’s mom and being her village. He’s the one who has brought me to my knees more times than my own children. He’s the one I lie awake at night thinking about. He’s the one I beg the father to protect. He’s the one who makes me want to get in the trenches over and over again. It’s our Bubba. So much of the story is not mine to tell, but the...

Keep Reading

We Aren’t Holding Her Back—We’re Giving Her More Time

In: Kids
Child writing on preschool paper

When we decided to give our preschooler another year before kindergarten, I thought the hardest part would be explaining it to other people. I was wrong. The hardest part was the afternoon her teacher asked to talk. In that split second in the pick-up line, my heart sank. I assumed the worst. I braced myself for a conversation about behavior, about something we had somehow missed, about whether her strong personality was causing problems. Instead, it became the moment that confirmed what we already knew. We were not holding her back. We were giving her time. Our daughter is bright....

Keep Reading

A Life Lived Differently Is Not a Life Less Lived

In: Kids
Little boy running in field

My life changed on that beautiful autumn day. The thing is, nothing really happened. Not really. My life kind of went on as usual. A fly on the wall might even say it was a great day. I brought my 3-year-old son to an animal farm for a Halloween event. He was quirky as usual and a bit ornery that day. Aloof. “Come feed the baby animals,” I pleaded. No, thank you. Crowds of excited children? Absolutely not. Buckets of candy? You can keep them. My heart ached watching my beautiful, blonde-haired boy wander into a field alone, away from...

Keep Reading

Enjoy the Ride, Kid

In: Kids
Two people running up from the water at the beach

Last night I watched an episode of Shrinking. If you haven’t jumped into the series yet, it’s one of those that hits the heart hard- at least for me. The episode centered on the birth of a baby, while one of the characters grappled with the closing years of life. Spoiler alert: as the elder of the group cradled this new life in his arms, bridging generations across the hospital room, the moment of realization of how fast life goes hit like a ton of bricks. “Enjoy the ride, kid.” The final words of this episode are sitting with me,...

Keep Reading

Mommy, Will You Play With Me?

In: Kids, Motherhood
Boy sitting in middle of toys smiling

With four kids at three different schools, our days are full. Between sports practices, music lessons, clubs, rehearsals, games, meets, and playdates, it feels like we’re constantly heading somewhere. I love that my children are involved in activities, but occasionally, it’s nice to have some downtime. When I get a text or email that a practice has been canceled, it’s usually a huge relief. Last week, after-school sports were cancelled due to heavy rain. When I picked up my youngest son from school, I told him we’d be going straight home for the rest of the afternoon. He looked surprised....

Keep Reading

Could We Take a Page from the ’80s and Stop Overparenting?

In: Kids, Motherhood

I have a confession: Yesterday I let my 11-year-old play with fire. Like literally. We live in the country, there is still wet snow on the ground, and he’s done it with his dad at least 20 times. But yesterday was the fifth consecutive day of no school, and probably the twentieth consecutive day of him asking to have a small fire without dad. Part of me did it out of laziness. Part of me did it out of selfishness. And part of me did it out of nostalgia. Here’s the thing—when I was 11, I was already babysitting (like...

Keep Reading

A Big Brother Is His Little Sister’s First Friend

In: Kids
Big brother and little sister smiling at each other

He doesn’t remember the day she came home.But she has never known a world without him. From the beginning, he was there first. The first to reach for her hand. The first to explain the rules. The first to decide what was fair and what absolutely was not. He didn’t know he was being assigned a role. He just stepped into it. Big brother. She followed him everywhere. Into rooms she technically wasn’t invited into. Into games she didn’t fully understand. Into stories she insisted on hearing again and again. She wanted to do what he did, say what he...

Keep Reading

7 Is the Bridge Between Little and Big Kid

In: Kids
Girl sitting in front of dollhouse

I was in the middle of the post-holiday clean-up chaos when something hit me. My oldest daughter is seven, and while it feels like an age that doesn’t get talked about much, it really is turning out to be such a sweet spot. It hit me as we were redesigning her room. A change that occurred when she broke my mama-heart a few weeks prior by saying she didn’t think she wanted a princess room anymore. While everything in me wanted to try to convince her to keep it, stay small and sweet just a little longer, I knew I...

Keep Reading

So God Made a Gymnast

In: Kids
Young gymnast on balance beam

God made a gymnast with fearless grace, strength in her heart, and a fire in her spirit. He molded her courage, steady and true, and quietly whispered, “We believe in you.” He taught her balance when life feels chaotic and messy, to leap into her faith and stick each landing just right. When she stumbles, He is always right there to help her rise back up with faith in her soul and a spark in her eyes. Each floor routine with the grace of a swan; each move is a dream, all built on dedication and grit. God made her...

Keep Reading