Last night, I entered some brand-new parenting territory: my fifteen-year-old daughter’s first winter formal.
It began as an afternoon of fun, preparatory primping. Hair, nails, and makeup—check. Dress and shoes ready—check. And then, I realized that there were seventeen ninth-grade girls and boys on the way to my house. Seriously? This required countless deep breaths (and even a little sweat as I scrambled to complete last-minute housework).
When the doorbell rang and the kids awkwardly trickled in—some parents in tow and some not—I just smiled and welcomed. There were many strange, uncomfortable moments as we forced a group of nervous ninth-graders to take pictures together on the staircase. The night seemed off to a weird-but-enjoyable start.
Forty minutes later, the “party bus” arrived to take them to dinner. After much debate as to whether the kids actually needed a parent to chaperone the bus ride, somehow, I was nominated. Huh?
The bus looked like it was headed straight for Vegas—colored lights and ice buckets and drinks (no alcohol, of course). As I climbed into the passenger seat, the rest of the group in the back, I had absolutely no idea what to expect. The bus driver grinned at the anxiety in my eyes. I think he got a kick out of it. My expression said it all: nervous, ninth-grade mom wondering what in the world is going to happen over the course of the next couple of hours.
The group didn’t disappoint.
At first, it was just LOUD. There was lot of laughter and shouting and discussion of Instagram and Snapchat and studying of i-phone screens. And then I heard a loud boom. Someone had discovered the audio system in the bus. The music began. And so did the “party.”
The kids were suddenly dancing and singing and laughing hysterically. It apparently didn’t matter to them that they might lose their hearing someday because the volume was turned up so high. I tried my best to tell them nicely to turn it down but they couldn’t hear me. Not even my shouting voice worked for this one. No more “1,2,3, eyes on me.” Those days were over.
Then came the song selections. Of course, the wildest boy in the bunch was the DJ. There was a loud, steady stream of rap lyrics describing horrific, lewd acts and even an occasional reference to an illegal substance. I was in absolute disbelief. This is what our kids are listening to? I thought. Am I just old and uncool? Is this allowed? No, I decided. At some point, I had to intervene.
That point came when the wild boy began to play a rap song with a racial term that I abhor. That’s it, I thought. I finally stood up and insisted that they turn it off. We don’t do this. I’m not your parent, but I’m going to stand for what is right. And you will listen to me. No more of these inappropriate songs. Even if this is what you do at home, I can’t stand by and allow it here, not on my watch.
The old, uncool, uptight version of myself came shining through. They turned it off. I survived the rest of the trip.
And I learned two very important things from that bus ride:
1.Teenagers need their parents to be present. This can seem counterintuitive. Because parents are supposed to be slowly “letting go” and teaching their teenagers to do things on their own, right?
Yes, but the teen years are the years when our children actually need us more than ever. Teenagers need guidance. Direction. Someone to sit on the bus with them while they go to dinner and a dance. Someone to give them rules and boundaries and be around to enforce them. Someone to be present. As much as we think they’re old enough to handle their own lives at this stage, let me assure you, they are NOT.
I’ve witnessed it in person now. They’re testing the waters. They’re coming into their own and pushing the envelope. They’re exploring a whole new life path. They need people around to point them in the right direction when they’re heading off course.
The bottom line? I believe that we must parent harder than ever when the teenage years arrive. We must make rules and enforce them vehemently. And we must be available to talk to our teens and give them advice and direction. Our presence in their lives is key.
2. Modern culture is profoundly influencing our kids, and if we don’t teach them about something, our culture will.
The internet has become a parent of sorts to our teenagers. Music and media have become some of their best friends. Our core families are being replaced by technology. It seems they spend more time with tech than they do with the people they love most.
Hmmm… this is concerning. After listening to some of the lyrics in the songs they played (and sang along to) on the bus, I’m realizing how incredibly challenging it is going to be to raise quality men and women in a culture that actually encourages such horrible behavior. And yes, these things were probably around when we old, uncool parents were growing up, but now they’re everywhere. They’ve infested our lives and homes. Our children see and hear them freely. We’ve lost quality control. It’s a bit disheartening.
Now more than ever, it’s imperative for us to contain the adverse effects of technology and converse with our children. About all kinds of behaviors. About what’s right and what’s not. About the real-life consequences of the vile things that they see and hear these days. Because if we don’t, technology is going to step in and parent them in all the wrong ways.
I’ll end with this: A huge “thank you” to the brave women who have spoken out against sexual harassment and misogyny in our society this past year. Now it’s our turn, parents. We must “speak out” to our children at home. We must be present when it matters most, and we must do what it takes to raise a new generation of quality people in spite of modern culture.