“Today’s adults sitting around complaining about today’s kids. It’s the same old song and dance. We’ve been doing it for centuries.
Kids these days need compassionate adult leaders, not a bunch of overgrown whiners telling them how bad/wrong/unacceptable they are.”
The quote above is from a brilliant Facebook post I saw the other day, it got me pretty fired up!
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong with kids these days…”
“Entitled, self obsessed, whining brats who have no respect for their elders!”
“They should be taught to work hard for their place in society!”
Looking at these kinds of rants about ‘kids these days’ reminds me so much of those hideously bigoted conversations between a (now deceased) family member and his fat old bigoted white-man friends that polluted my ears as a young adult at family parties.
Having to force a smile at these elderly relatives that ‘deserved respect’ for no other reason than they had simply ‘been alive longer than me’.
You have survived longer than I have had the opportunity to so far.
Self obsessed much?
I wonder where ‘kids these days’ get it from?
“Respect is commanded not demanded. You command respect by being worthy of respect.”
All these women saying “God, I sound like my Mother!”
None of them making the connection.
All these men saying “God, I sound like my Dad!”
None of them making the connection…
All these Grandmothers saying “He is so much like you were at that age!”
None of them making the connection.
I used to be a hairdresser.
I started at the teeny age of 15.
I was not only taught how to cut and colour hair.
I was also taught, arguably, the most vital part of being a hairdresser – interacting with clients and professionalism.
All the technical sides of my training had worksheets, books and notes.
There were no notes for the human interaction aspect.
But I became a very popular stylist and ended up considering many of my clients to be friends.
Did I learn how to be professional and friendly from a book? By myself?
I was an assistant for a number of years, standing next to experienced stylists talking with their clients.
THIS is where I learned how to be a professional, friendly stylist who went ‘beyond the call of duty’ for my clients.
I learned it all from watching and listening to ‘my elders.’
And so history repeated itself, in the form of a new hairdresser.
Perhaps if we gave children the respect that adults demand from them, we wouldn’t have to work so hard to teach them how to ‘respect their elders’?
Perhaps if we were kind to children, we wouldn’t have to work so hard to teach them how to be kind to others?
Perhaps if we comforted children, and gave them empathy in any and every situation, they might learn to understand things from other people’s points of view and give grace in other’s missteps?
Perhaps if… you can see where i’m going with this.
It’s glaringly obvious that what goes around comes around.
History repeats itself.
The children who were complained about grow up to be adults who complain about children.
“Wasn’t like that in my day…”
Yes it was mate.
You learned how to be a complaining old man/woman by watching the complaining old men/women in your childhood.
So stop sitting around in your stinky old chair with a permanent dent the same shape as your arse, pointing your bony finger at innocent young children who are learning their place in this world, telling them they aren’t worthy of your respect.
Keep your pathetic, unjustified, small-minded, pointless, damaging, prejudice opinion to yourself.
Walk over to a child and show them what a decent, kind and respectful human being is.
PS: Featured photos are from when my two wonderful boys took it upon themselves to clean all the floors because, and I quote, “Mummy and Daddy are always working so hard for us.” So ner!
‘Entitled brats’ eh!?