If you were born in the sixties to early seventies chances are you are the parent of the first half of the entitlement generation child, not cool. The reason being is that we parents are being held hostage by selfish, ungrateful, mean, disrespectful, lazy, stubborn, social media crazy, what's your's is mine and what's mine is mine, you owe me the world, I am not getting a job because I don't need to, living at home with no immediate plans to leave, sitting on the couch all day playing video games and so and so on adult children. I don't know of one person in my world be it mother or father that is not going through hell with these strange ugly creatures who were once our sweet little darlings. Think back to when you found out that you had done the ultimate, conceiving a child. Filled with so many emotions from elation, disbelief, surprise, to even fear whatever to case we felt blessed. The plans we made the books we bought and the excitement of preparing for this brand new arrival was something that brought us total joy every single day for nine months. And then the day arrived and this beautiful human that resembled both you and your production partner came into this world so fresh, bloody and innocent. While lying in the hospital and having everything done for you, you take time to rest and heal from your nine month ordeal and then a few days later reality hits when they put that baby in your arms and in my case said "Andrea enjoy your new baby" my response was "Oh shit." Anyway we went upon the task of being parents feeding, changing, ear infections, potting training, engaging them, teaching them, waiting for those special moments like first steps and words. And let's not forget thinking about and researching the best schools and learning programs, instilling morals and values and everything in between from birth to adulthood we have done it. I am not even going to mention about finances it goes without saying. And now we find ourselves here moving into the second chapter of our lives and we are completely overwhelmed, hurt, disappointed, and tired, tired, tired. Oh and did I say confused? yes confused as to who is this person and how did they get here because I know that this is nothing that I brought home from the hospital and raised. Yesterday I sat on the phone for over an hour and listened to one of my sister friends scream into my cell phone complaining about her two grown children and especially the oldest who came back home with not one but three children. She was so intense that I could't get one word in edgewise I tried to throw in my complaints but she was too powerful so I let her vent. I can relate and like her so many of us are at the point where the joy of being a parent has become an overrated experience. At this point in our lives we are suppose to be doing a little costing, thinking about the reinvention of ourselves and the fulfillment that we have worked so hard to find, we have paid some dues. We are at a time where we want to be selfish we need to be selfish and it's okay but instead we are hit with these snags called our grown children. Putting our wants and needs on hold to try to help and be there for them, trying to cushion the blow of life. What are we stupid? Enough enough, many of us are throwing in the towel and letting their shit fall where it may. I am at the point I don't care about your stuff because check this out you don't care about the hell you put me through and the financial bind you have put me in which ten times out of ten you are not going to help me get out of because you can't, so thank you , thank you so much you big asshole. I remember watching an episode of Dr. Phil a few years back and he was interviewing this couple in their sixties who were foolish enough to have children late in life. Anyway they had a set of twenty something year old twins who basically had taken over their parents lives to the point that dad was on national television crying and the mother sat dazed and numb. They had went so far as to purchase them a home that the ungrateful little dicks refused to move into because they didn't want to pay the bills. They continued to set up a car restoration business in their parents garage and treat their home and them as if they were their property. Dr. Phil asked them "why don't you move" they said in unison "because we don't want to" Dr. Phil's response was "do you realize that you are committing a form of elder abuse?" To that they just hunched their shoulders. It's time for a revolution and the revolution shall not be televised. We have to take back our lives we have earned it. Let us do what we want and need to do for ourselves let us reinvent us into who we want to be and surround ourselves with what brings us joy and fulfillment no matter what it is. Let the grown children be damned and stand on their own and figure out their own lives. It's called being a grown up. Or we can trick them into going to Siberia (on our dime of course) and leaving them there without a way to get back. I like that one...lol. So until the next time take back your life and owned it.
Stay blessed
drea D
