The Parenthood Challenge

Alan is a very good dad to his two sons.  My mother actually says he is too kind a father to the detriment of the 15 year old.  Sometimes I can’t help but agree with my Mom because I can see that much of Alan’s travails now as a parent of a rebellious teen is directly a result of his and my in-laws’ overindulgence of the first grandson on their side of the family.

Of course there are other contributing factors like the fact that the child is only 50% theirs and half his genes come from another totally different set of values and traits — plus the fact that he was raised in an environment with different rules and outlooks.  But all that is true for every human being.  We are the product of two distinctly different individuals, and the combination of genes does not always result in a better product.  And to repeat what I said, you have external factors that come into play in molding the personality of any human being.

There are no hard and fast rules on parenting, and I’d like to believe that even between siblings raised by the same set of parents throughout their youth, each child turns out differently depending on their individuality.

These days I have managed to step back and just watch the father and the 15-year-old in their daily interaction.  With an additional flunking grade to the 3 previously failed, an arrogance typical of the young who think they can do no wrong and hormones raging in his 15-year-old brain, father and son have been at each other for the past couple of days.

The exchange is aggravated by the fact that the 15-year-old has been raised with no regard for the moral ascendancy a father holds over his son.  It is rather difficult to make a 15-year-old receptive to motivation when his brain is running in all directions and he has no fear in his heart for anything.  It seems that he is oblivious to the fact that high school is something he has to get over and done with if he is to take the bigger step to adulthood.  We used to peg his life’s ambition on getting to college.  With what has been happening to him of late, we have become more realistic and have decided to just set is at graduating from high school.  That, in itself, has proven to be quite a struggle for him.

As I keep saying, being a step parent does not give me parenting prerogatives.  I can only learn from their mistakes in raising this boy as I raise Angelo. 

Someone I looked up to as a Tita in a previous job kept telling me “You can only give that which you have.”  And how true this is in terms of ingraining the right values in our children.  Be it in regard to being Filipino, being respectful, nurturing an ambition in one’s heart and mind, empowering a child to believe in himself — all these are things we can only teach our children if we ourselves possess it.

I have not lost hope for the 15 year old, but at the rate he is going, I am just afraid he will realize that he ought to listen to his father much too late in his life.  That would mean losing precious time, something we can no longer have once spent.

Talk about a hectic day!

Walking from the subway to the office this morning, I told myself I would write a post in 5 minutes and then get to work.  I never got my five minutes, so I’m entering my post here at 11 past 1PM.

I was surprised to find a comment to a post I did months ago, but which must’ve showed up on a random listing by topic, under the search string “stepmother”.  That is one of the things that amazes me about weblogs and the way they are mined for random data.  There have been times when I googled my blog title and found my posts pasted as links in other sites.

Sometimes things just all fall into my plate in one fell swoop and like yesterday, I have yet to do any of the things I had hoped to do — there are just too many other things that need my attention.  I just try to handle them as best as I can.