Place in this world.

Grant me serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

courage to do the things I can,

and wisdom to know the difference.

Parents Vs. the Kid- Who really does know it all?

Have you ever noticed, that no matter how a mother and/or father raise their children, they all end up exactly alike? (…with the exception of a few out there with real morals, and are also the most hard to find.)

As much as they want their child to grow up into a good kid with good grades, good friends, and a good relationship with family, they’re all set. Nobody intends on their child turning into a 21st century clone, who looks and acts like the rest of the kids that attend the high school down the road. No. Parents teach their children morals, guidelines, life lessons, how to this, how to that, and this and that, everything a child needs to know to walk away knowledgeable of the streets they’ll enter when it comes time.

Some parents play the strict role, and make sure than the kid stays in line for 17 years, with consequenses, and limited access to everything, including hanging out with their friends, and getting a ride to practice on time. Kids who live under this construction zone feel bound, all they want to do is get out, get away from all the rules, and live their own life. By the time their 17 and they have one more year to get out of that place, they’re trying hard already to leave. Their sneaking out, rebelling, meeting new people who are like themselves and can relate. When they get out, all they want to do is relieve the hurt, push aside the rules, and forget about everything. What’s the most one could think of? With kids these days, it’s not too hard, they experiment, try new things: drugs, alcohol, sex, etc. Is this what the parents had in mind when all they wanted was to raise their child with the morals and responsibilities they did?

Some parents just want to be the cool parents- the cool mom, or the cool dad. It would be the worst feeling in the world, to them, if their child turned against them, so they just revert back to high school. When they do, they can relate to their son or daughter– only they play the role too well, and forget that their job is to parent their children, not befriend them. When this happens, the parent starts to miss the beat, and their child wanders off with their friends, experiementing, being the cool kid with the cool parents. When the kid wants something, they ask their parents, knowing well enough that it really shouldn’t be a question, because they know they’ll get it anyway, because the parents are ‘so cool.’ The way I see it, the kid has got the parents wrapped around their finger.

Then there are parents who aren’t aggressive enough, and the word ‘no’ isn’t even in their vocabulary. They are trying to be the ‘cool’ parents, but all they’re really doing is failing to rule as the aggressors. They give in too easily, and the child knows that they’ll get their way no matter what. The child will manipulate the parents, tell them things, twist their minds a little bit at a time, make up a few stories, and before you know it, their on their way to the kegger at so-and-so’s house. Don’t forget they need to stop at the bank and pull out a few bills to pay for the bag from so-and-so. When it comes to rules in this house, they turn out to be an imaginary list of words that make no sense.

And the parents wonder where they went wrong!

So I’ve decided, that my kids (when I have kids) wont have crazy parents, or cool parents, or parents that are too dull to know what’s going on. Their parents will stay in the loop, but give the kids space, as well as take from them what is wrong, and fill them with morals that should only end in a smart decision when they’re 18. When that day comes, I need to understand that I’ve taught them as best I know how, and trust that they will make the right choices. They’ll probably come and ask for help once in awhile, and that’s ok, because it only means that I did a good job, and they trust that I’ll have the knowledge they need to help them again.

How Do You Define the Undefined?

I look like your average citizen. I blend really well, but I also know how to stand out. I’m pretty hard to read, even harder to stereotype. I’m the most mature young adult you’ve ever met, as well as the most careless, carefree crazy young person you’ve ever laid eyes on. I can relate to just about anyone, and this is what I meant when I said I blend really well. If you saw me wandering around the mall or wherever, you’d think I was your typical teenage girl with nothing more to do that night than homework.

In reality, I’m still trying to define myself.  And actually, I believe that we don’t find ourselves, we create ourselves. So far, I’ve come up with the most unusual concoction.
I have a niche for sarcasm, which has gotten me in trouble countless times growing up. But I also have a thing for staying genuinely interested in my close friends and families lives. I like to help and give advice whenever possible. I like to get into their psych, see where they’re coming from. I tend to give them a little slack when others are giving them crap and telling them to move on with their lives. This is what encourages people to trust me the way they do.

Many people would define me as a sarcastic girl who has nothing better to do than to go around and make jokes about things that should be taken seriously. A girl who has not a care in the world, and doesn’t know what she wants in life. How do you undefine the defined?

How do you define the undefined? You cant put a label on someone with so many characteristics, characteristics that are so extremely different from each other. It’s not multiple personality disorder, or bi-polar. But, what is it?