Adult Time
March 6th, 2007I was at a dinner party the other night when a ten and twelve year came to the table to join us. It was well past their bed-time, and their parents had brought them along to play with a few of the other children with the clear directive: “Leave mummy and daddy in peace to eat our dinner with the grown-ups.”
Little June and Freddie did not leave mummy and daddy in peace. Instead they plonked themselves down and started interrupting the adult conversation. Not only did the parents allow this to continue, ending dialogue which now had to be edited to make it child safe, but they actually started engaging their children. “Well, what do you think about xyz?”
Throughout the night other people’s “mini-me’s” including my own, approached the table. Most were allowed to sit, interject and disrupt. Mine was sent off to play with the stern warning: “This is my time now, please leave the adults to eat.” Whereupon I was glared at by other parents for my unkindness.
But I need to pose these questions: since when has it become popular to include precocious ten-year-olds in dinner-party conversation, and is it appropriate behaviour? When I was young, we children played together and never dared intrude on parents’ social time. Yes, it is healthy for kids to offer opinions and contribute. But parents seem blissfully unaware of when to allow this to happen.
Meanwhile, we all know adults who are literally controlled by their very young kids: “Johnny doesn’t like reading books, so I don’t make him,” one parent told me the other day.
What then is being a parent? Experienced adults know that kids don’t like going to bed, doing homework, eating spinach, or wearing sun-block. But what’s ‘like’ got to do with it? In my day, such opinions were simply met with “bad luck”. You did what you were told or privileges were revoked. Now with healthy teeth and a set of school grades that won me the vocation I wanted, I thank my parents for their stern hand.
Parents who let kids dictate to them, or who endure limitless intrusion into their personal space, parents who allow endless hours on the Gameboy, all because “it’s what little Peaches wants”, need to assess the cost. The old adage: “Children should be seen and not heard” did profound damage to my generation. But that doesn’t justify heading too far in the opposite direction.