I wanna go back to the generation where “going out” was going on a date, not immediatly begin bf/gf. I wanna go back to the generation when a guy had to get permission from the girl’s parents to ask her out. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would physically call her and talk to her, not text. I wanna go back to the generation where your first kiss would be with someone you’ve been dating for months, not hookup with a guy you meet in a club. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would give you his varsity jacket. I wanna go back to the generation where a girl can get any guy just by wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. I wanna go back to the generation where the guy didn’t want sex. I wanna go back to the generation where couples slow danced, not grind. I wanna go back to the generation where love actually made sense……
“We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened.”
-John C. Moffi
“There’s no hope. What has happened to this generation?”
It got me thinking…
“I will not expose my (future) kids to anything like tumblr. That girl is only thirteen and yet, her blog is full of profanity, drugs, sex, and things thirteen year olds should not concern themselves with.”
But no. Instead, I should educate them in what’s right and wrong, what’s healthy and harmful before it’s too late. Not bringing it up and hiding it from them won’t protect them. At least, not for long. They’ll eventually find out. They’ll be curious. And who knows what happens after. I don’t want to live in blissful ignorance thinking my kids have no idea what’s out there when in reality, they probably know more than I do.
I feel bad for some parents living in blissful ignorance, thinking their child isn’t doing anything behind their backs. “Oh, they’re young. They have nothing to worry about. They don’t know about anything. Just leave them alone.” And how disappointed and heartbroken they are when they find out. I especially feel sorry for the kids whose parents don’t give them any attention.
I hope my (future) kids and I have a great relationship just like I do with my parents. I hope they will be straight an honest with me. I hope they will believe in me and trust me.
I don’t care if anyone thinks this post is “wrong” or disagrees with me.
I don’t care if “every kid is bound to break the rules.” I don’t care if you think your kids should do whatever they want just because “they’re old enough.” I don’t care if you let your child be irresponsible, if you let your child go out with their friends you’ve never met, have a drink, and somehow end up in jail.
I don’t care if you think every child is going to end up bad (and you somehow give up on them) because I have faith in my children (and other children). I have faith they will do the right thing if I educate them enough. Go ahead. Laugh. Call me stupid. Tell me it’s a waste of time. But you know what? I have nothing to lose, do I?