Another week, another prompt response. Let’s jump right in.
What one rule from your childhood do you not agree with now that you’re an adult?
Anyone else catch themselves thinking about their childhood and almost wishing they could go back to those good old days? I do. Sometimes I consider if I would ever want to start life over again so that I could relive my childhood. But then I realize how far I’ve truly come and I don’t think I would want to start over.
My childhood was great. I think my parents did a spectacular job. Thankfully, when I was growing up, it was still during the time period where you could send your children outside to play without having to worry too much. I remember exploring all over the place with my sister and friends. We were always outside.
I also have no complaints about how my sister and I were introduced to “grown-up” things. For example, we didn’t watch PG-13 movies until we were 13 years old. We were sat down and explained things we didn’t understand when we were an appropriate age. Looking back, I always thought I was extremely sheltered up until I met my husband and found out what being raised sheltered really was.
I believe that all the rules my parents put forward with us were fair. We couldn’t go over to a friend’s house to play, or have them over to our house to play, unless all our chores were done and our rooms were clean. If you were grounded for a reason, you were grounded, period. If we wanted to have a cell phone and text on those phones, we had to pay for that ourselves. We were also responsible for doing our homework and keeping our grades up.
Honestly, I think my childhood was very structured and fair. And I feel that I really learned that I had to earn things instead of depend on just getting things. We definitely didn’t grow up feeling privileged. I think that’s a really good way to grow up and I hope I can do that for my future children.
It’s truly difficult for me to think of a rule my parents put in place (that I can remember) that I don’t agree with now that I’m grown up. I can tell you of one rule I thought was stupid when I was younger but totally agree with now that I’m an adult:
PARENT RULE #1: NO DATING UNTIL YOU ARE 16
So, when I was younger I always thought that 16 was such a long time to wait before I could date. When I was a kid, other kids were already “dating” and getting “boyfriends” in 7th grade.
I ended up breaking this rule. I technically had a boyfriend when I was 14. I guess my mom could tell it was innocent and wouldn’t last long, so she didn’t throw a fit about me breaking the rule. She was right, too. That “relationship” only lasted a month because I realized it was kind of pathetic.
Really it makes complete sense why it’s better to date when you are 16. At least when you are 16, you can drive yourself and/or your SO to your date. I’m sure many of you know how awkward it is to be dropped off at or picked up from a date by your parent. Being 16 just allows you to have that freedom to truly date someone.
So… I really can’t say I don’t disagree with that rule.
Kudos to my parents, because I really don’t have anything to complain about. If I try really hard, I can pretend that I really hated my curfew when I was like 6 years old. And that’s only because I found it difficult to fall asleep in the summer at seven or eight o’clock at night when the sun was still up. I also didn’t like having to write thank you cards after every birthday or holiday when I got gifts, but that’s totally something I appreciate now because it taught me common courtesy!
I really have no ground to stand on when it comes to my parents and not liking their rules. I even reached out to my sister and this was her response:
“No, I don’t remember any rules actually. They would punish us when we deserved it. We had pretty fair dictators for parents.”
So that proves my point!
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Since I’m answering these prompts honestly, I feel like I really wasn’t able to provide a serious answer for this prompt. But, hey, it made me realize that my parents did a great job raising us.
Thanks, mom and dad. Love you guys.