Put yourseld in my position and think about this:
Do you like it when people start to talk about you, and they don't say your name, but they make sure that you know who they're talking about? And then when you know and you show signs to them that you know like, "Okay, I get it, you can stop now..." They still keep going, just to make you feel even more like crap. And then you realize that they're not going to stop unless you do something to please them, like getting up in the middle of your dinner to do the dishes. Or offering to quit track so you can come home everyday to clean the whole house so your mother doesn't have to do it.
I know this sounds a little harsh, but it doesn't make sense.
I know that my mom grew up in a tough household with a single mother who worked two jobs. I know she had to do a lot of chores. I know she kept straight A's without anyone having to keep on her about it. I know all of these things. And I also know that I can be lazy sometimes, all people do.
But also, I do do a lot of chores and things around the house (being the oldest), and I know I do a lot more than my two sisters.
I've never complained once about doing chores and homework and track. Not once.
I have never yelled at my parents, and I've never hit my sisters.
I don't do drugs.
I don't drink.
I don't go to parties.
I don't even stay out late with friends.
I don't ask for gifts and things on special occasions.
I don't even curse, in school, out of school, at home, or outside.
I never ask for a ride home, I always take the bus.
I never ask my parents for anything "last minute", always a day or two in advance.
I respect my parents. I do my chores. I call my grandmothers. I do everything they ask me to do, as soon as they ask me to do it. I'm a good kid. And I don't understand how my mom talks to my grandmother and dad like I'm not even there and tells them that I don't do anything whatsoever. It really hurts my feelings and it really, really makes me upset. I don't know how else to please her than to quit track and yearbook, stop hanging out with my friends, never go in my room, and clean all day and night.
I don't understand how she calls me and my sister's "out of control" when clearly, we are not. There are kids out there who will scream at their parents, and stay out late and not call home, curse around their friends to look cool, and not even not lift a finger to help out around the house.
Maybe I'm over reacting, maybe I'm being "spoiled" and "out of control". But I know that I certainly don't feel that way.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008
"Out of Control" Children
Posted by Alex Zurhorst at 7:40 PM
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