Only partly correct. I would have no expectation that he “come crawling back on his belly;” as I said, I would only want assurances that he intended to obey the house rules. I wouldn’t even expect or demand an apology, knowing how hard they are for sixteen-year-olds to choke out. But certainly there would have to be the at least tacit acknowledgement that I am the boss – because I am. My rules are the rules that count in my house because I own the house, I buy the food, I put the clothes on your back. There is an implicit contract or agreement that in exchange for my support, you follow my rules. If you refuse to follow my rules, then you are no longer entitled to my support. And I’m not talking about unreasonable, abusive rules; I’m talking about rules that make sense and can be objectively jusitified.
My adult friends are not living in my house at my expense. I am not in charge of raising my adult friends, by notifying them of what behaviors are not acceptable and correcting unacceptable behavior when I see it. Certainly, if you want to explain to your child that curfew is eleven because you need your sleep in order to function tomorrow, and I need my sleep as well and I can’t sleep until you’re home – okay. But once the curfew is in place and is intentionally and repeatedly broken, the question becomes what you do then. When you are dealing with a child who is in his own mind so much in charge that he ruins the entire family’s vacation rather than get in the car, it’s not time to explain why there are rules, it’s time to explain the severe consequences for breaking the most fundamental rule, which is that you respect the household and every one in it.
Because he’s a sixteen-year-old, he lives in my home, and it is my responsibility to raise him to be a respectful, responsible adult, who respectfully and responsibly insists on what he knows is right – just as I am doing in my dealings with him.
He certainly has a right to his own opinions and preferences. When they are not in his best interests or in the best interests of the house, I expect them to give way.
Absolutely. Part of living in a cooperative society is sometimes doing things you don’t really want to do in order to reinforce the group, to meet your own responsibilities, and to put the preferences of others before your own. Those are things that as a parent I am responsible for teaching. You eat dinner at the table with the family, even if you’d rather have a sandwich alone moping in your room. You spend a Sunday afternoon with your boring aunt and uncle from out of town, even though you’d rather be hanging out with your friends. And when the family has planned a vacaction for which time, money, and effort has been and will be expended, you get in the damn car. AND you put a pleasant smile on your face about it, because your realm of acceptable options also does not include ruining everyone else’s vacation because it is your sixteen-year-old opinion that “this sucks.”
In the vacation situation, I think I would respond like this: “This vacation is a family outing that has been planned for a long time. You need to make a decision, and you need to make it now: Are you part of this family, or not? Because if you are, then you need to get in the car. But if you are not, then you need to live somewhere else, because I provide food, clothing, and shelter for members of this family only. You are not going to take what you like, and do what you like, and make everyone else miserable to make yourself happy. So make up your mind: are you in, or are you out. But know this: If you choose ‘out’ you are on your own, my son.” And if he wouldn’t go, we couldn’t go either, not knowing where he’d end up, but I would kick him out. I wouldn’t kick him out and leave town, so he can’t come back and so I don’t know where he is and so he can’t find me if he needs help – but I sure as shootin’ would kick him out.
MR2001 –
It does matter. Curfews exist for reasons, which include making sure you know your child has enough rest, keeping your child safe from bad influences and people, and being able to go to bed yourself knowing your children are all safely in the house. You might argue against these reasons or other pro-curfew reasons, but if the adult has decided a curfew is a good idea, then that’s pretty much the end of it. Teenage children should be encouraged to get jobs when legally allowed to do so and when it doesn’t interfere with their school work, because it teaches them the value of money and the fundamental expectation that they will be responsible for their own support. Just because these sorts of things don’t matter to you doesn’t mean they don’t matter to a lot of people, and a lot of parents.
Birth into a modern American family is in most cases a blessing, not a curse. The child hit the cosmic lottery, and any “I didn’t ask to be born!” boo-hooing would be met with me by amused derision. My respect for my children will be commensurate with what they deserve at whatever age they are. That will always include talking to them respectfully, not belittling them or allowing others to do soame, listening to their opinions and arguments (within reason), and not hitting them or allowing anyone else to hit them. It will NOT include allowing a teenager to disrespect me or my household.
So yes – at the age when a child is physically and mentally capable of making his own decisions and, by logical extension, providing for himself, I absolutely DO believe he owes me something. I offer food, clothing, shelter, and guidance, in return for which he submits to some rules, gatherings, and expectations that he might find annoying and that he might not personally agree with. That’s the deal. If he doesn’t like it, he can go out and try to find a better deal himself.
IMO, it’s a much harder situation when the child is this rebellious and is, say, thirteen. Then you really do have a problem because the child cannot take care of itself in the cruel world and cannot even reasonably be given the opportunity to try, because he or she can’t protect him/herself. But at sixteen? My way or the highway, baby.