The Arka Tech

Let Us Fall

As a child, my curfew was sunset. I didn’t have a cell phone, and my mom didn’t confine me to our front yard. I was allowed to go across our neighborhood on my Razr scooter to see my friend without my mom calling the cops. A lot has changed in the past decade.

I’ve babysat for a lot of families in my life. It’s given me a front row seat to see different types of parenting and has made me think about how I will raise my children.

I’ve seen the self-conscious mother that wants her kids to like her, so she lets them do whatever they want. Then there’s the eye-twitching, OCD father who never lets the house be a mess and makes a big deal over every scraped knee.

But every once in a while, I came across a happy-go-lucky mom that knows how to discipline her children but isn’t so worried about how they will turn out.

There’s no right way to parent. Every child is different, so you have to adapt to the child and find what works. The problem is parents are no longer adapting.

There are thousands of parenting books on feeding your kids organic food and not giving them vaccines and alternative ways to discipline them. But how does that author know how your child will react?

Our society makes us believe we have to abide by one way of parenting, so our children will grow up to be respectable adults that get a full education. But the more we control children and plan their lives before they’ve reached five years old, the more they want to rebel against those plans.

My freshman year of college, I transferred from the University of Arkansas to Arkansas Tech. I had enough scholarships to cover my tuition, which was incredible.

A month into the semester, I realized I never told the Arkansas Challenge Scholarship I transferred. I lost $1,000 and didn’t know what I was going to do. I went through the entire loan process by myself, but my parents were there for me to talk to.

Later, they told me they were very close to helping but decided not to. I would never complain about having parents who caught me when I fell, but there is something so rewarding and important about figuring out your problems by yourself.

During childhood, we are lifted up by our parents. They slowly teach us to lift ourselves up. If our parents never let us fall, who will catch us when we are on our own?