Okay. That was totally sarcastic.
But really, how have we raised a caveman? Lately our son doesn’t talk, he grunts; he answers questions with one word; he slouches. Really, all he needs is a bone through his nose.
Then there is the fact that he is also grumpy. He is a grumpy caveman.
AND he is so moody. He is a moody, grumpy caveman.
I am getting whiplash from trying to keep up with his moods. Is that a happy face? Grumpy face? I’m not really sure … they all look the same.
Part of the problem is the stress of this first week of school: classes, homework, football, and his stint as a writer for the Teen Board on the Augusta Chronicle all started THIS WEEK. Going from the nothingness of summer to a full schedule is not fun, so we are trying to be understanding and supportive.
But Geez Louise.
Anyway, I know my limitations, so today I searched for advice from several Catholic Parenting Web sites.
Yes, I am perfectly willing to admit when I need help.
One site had an entire section on teens, and one point that was emphasized was that the responsibility for developing a healthy parent-child relationship rests primarily with the parent; that (like it or not) it's really up to us to keep the peace and maintain open lines of communication.
Okay, I get that. We’re the adults, we’re mature, we know how to take the higher road. In other words, we are bigger than they are.
Then there were Biblical references concerning the "rod" of discipline (Prov. 13:24; 23: 13-14). In Biblical times the rod was the staff used by shepherds, not as punishment, but as a way to corral and guide wayward sheep.
What a beautiful image. That’s exactly what my husband and I are trying to do as parents … guide our son in the ways of the world.
Unfortunately, as I was letting this beautiful image run through my mind, I happened to glance at my watch. The time in which my son was supposed to call home to check in came … and went. No phone call whatsoever.
Truthfully, in that very moment, I just wanted to take that rod and whack my son over the head with it.
Now who’s the caveman?