My Precocious Daughter graduates from high school (with honors) in five days. She was nine years old when I started this blog. A baby. And now she's five days away from officially being an incoming college freshman. In honor of this beautiful, smart young woman for whom I take no credit, I'll be posting some of my favorite posts about PDaughter between now and Graduation Day.
En Fuego. Me, Not My Kid.
Originally Published 8/19/14
(Answer: Because setting themselves on fire is something some kids are actually doing of late, it's not out of the question to have to consider asking these questions.)
(Answer #2: Kids have been doing stupid shit to themselves for forever. When I was Precocious Daughter's age, the dumber kids in my school liked to unbend paper clips and use the sharp ends to carve "AC/DC" and "Led Zepplin" [sic] on their arms. And that was without the promise of YouTube fame for recording their idiocy. More recently, there's heroin and K2. Stupidity is as old as humanity.)
Anyway, I decided I would tell PDaughter not to set herself on fire. Not that I think she would (she has a highly developed sense of the too-ridiculous-to-entertain), but I wanted to see her reaction. She's my perpetual guinea pig that way.
My badass winged steampunk guinea pig. (Thanks for sharing this with me, Riley's Mom.) |
Me: Wait, listen. I have to tell you something.
PD (eyes slightly widening): What?
Me: I have to tell you this. It's important.
PD: O...K.
Me: Don't set yourself on fire.
PD: What?
Me: Don't set yourself on fire.
PD: Is that even a thing?
Me: Yes. Don't do it.
PD: Oh, is that the thing where kids douse themselves in hand sanitizer and then light it on fire?
Me (horrified): Is it?
PD: Yeah. I think I've heard about that.
Me: Well, don't do it.
PD: Why would you even say that?
Me: Because I'm being a good mom.
PD: OK.
That was kind of disappointing, actually.
No tearful hugs or any damn thing. |
So I showed her this video clip of John Travolta singing his hit single "Let Her In" on "American Bandstand in 1977.
Her reactions:
"That's beautiful."
"Is he going to dance?"
"Nice shoes, by the way."
"That hair, though."
"I was expecting so much more from that last note."
SUCCESS!
Parents, talk to your kids about aging actors' all-but-forgotten singing careers. Dare to reach them through orchestrated pop songs from your childhood. Shake them up. Make them think.
If Travolta doesn't work, try David Soul aka Hutch (or possibly Starsky) singing "Don't Give Up on Us."
Parenting level: Nailed it. |
And isn't that what being a parent is all about?
Well, sure, if you bring up the idea of setting themselves on fire, that's all they're going to be able to think about then.
ReplyDeleteIt's like telling someone NOT to think about a pink elephant.
And now almost four years later PDaughter is thriving and about to graduate. You've done well as a parent.
ReplyDeleteAlthough really when you show your child Welcome Back Kotter-era Travolta and one of her responses is "That hair, though" you know you've done well.