Not wanting to take away from the problems with the school buses (happens every year), but wow, Cut the Umbilical Cord Batman!!
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It's the first day of school and already she's lost confidence. "I'm still very nervous and frazzled, and now I'm tempted to drive him myself," said O'Kane. The mother, anxious about her son taking the bus on his first day of Grade 1, made arrangements with the school and driver to follow the bus along the route to school.
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Not wanting to take away from the problems with the school buses (happens every year), but wow, Cut the Umbilical Cord Batman!!
Oh tell me about it. I let my grade 1 kid walk a half a block to/from the bus stop in the most suburban of suburban neighborhoods, to stand in front of the house where more kids take the same bus, belonging to parents that we know...and we still get looks when we mention we permit this.
Oh and did I mention the time our kids couldn’t play with the wagon with the other kids because they didn’t have their bike helmets on...really? We’re talking about wagons, not motorbikes.
And I got horrified, absolutely horrified looks whenever I mention to other parents that my kids, when camping, sleep in their own tent. You’d think, from their expressions, that I put them in a tent on the other side of the campground, right next to the bear bait truck. Jeez
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I wonder if that woman realizes how stupid she looks to other people when she reads about herself in that story. I mean seriously, wth is wrong with some parents these days? Driving behind the bus to make sure little Johnny's ok? Why don't you go hang out at the school too, making sure little Johnny gets breast fed during recess.
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The further irony here was that the incident happened because the bus driver stopped to tell the parent what he was going to do. So had this woman just let the person do his job, her son would have arrived at school safely.
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I wonder if that woman realizes how stupid she looks to other people when she reads about herself in that story. I mean seriously, wth is wrong with some parents these days? Driving behind the bus to make sure little Johnny's ok? Why don't you go hang out at the school too, making sure little Johnny gets breast fed during recess.
Man, I was raised in the generation of no harm no foul, if its a bruise its cool, if its a cut girls loved it by wouldn't admit it. Where your dad taught you how to defend yourself, where you didn't wear bike helmets or wrap your kids in bubble wrap. Where a cast was a right of passage and a black eye was absolutely awesome.
Where you didn't swarm during a scrap, and kicking your opponent when he was down was the act of a sissy girl fighter.
I was raised in a generation where your parents didn't give you a ride to school unless there was a damn good reason, where whether it was 30 above or 30 below you walked to the damn bus, usually when it was dark and you used back alley's as a short cut. And you never ever held your parents hands when you crossed the streets, every kid had a folding knife, and you warned your buddy that it was going to hurt when you shot him with a bb or pellet gun.
We weren't precious, or honey or baby, we were hey you, and sit down and shut up or better yet ssssssh the adults are talking now.
When the age of 18 is when you were free whether you moved out or went away to university, and if you were going to stay home you paid rent and laundry service.
I was raised in a generation where you got a swat on the butt if you acted up, bad grades meant a major grounding and a act of disrespect got you hauled behind the hypothetical woodshed for a wailing.
We weren't our parents best friends in the whole wide world, they were the law and we existed at their suffereage, but no matter how bad times were, we always had clothes, good food, and the other necessitates.
Where we ran out the door in the summer and it wasn't "Call me pokey" or "Don't leave my sight" but "Be home when the sun comes down"
We had a social structure, we didn't beat up younger kids, and nerds were a target for a swirly or a red belly.
Our society is going through a period of softening, and it won't be long until our leaders are whimps, mamma's boys and sissy's that need their blankey.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to the gym, followed by a meal of some meat product with even more meat product on the side and a beer with a milk chaser.
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Times do certainly change. When I was a kid starting in grade two, my parents trundled me on city busses (including a transfer) from Bonavista to Downtown (McDougal Elementary). For large parts of the year, the return trip involved a three or four block walk downtown in the dark to the bus-stop. This was in the mid-70s. I think I lived.
I'm so happy I didn't have helicoptor parents. And that they hated cell-phones. Actually, come to think of it...since I moved out they probably call me more about funny parent stuff.
The further irony here was that the incident happened because the bus driver stopped to tell the parent what he was going to do. So had this woman just let the person do his job, her son would have arrived at school safely.
If I were the bus company, I'd come out and say that this woman's actions indirectly put the safetly of all the other kids at risk. I'd imagine being a bus driver is already stressful enough with all the whiny kids, but having a stupid helicopter soccer mom following you monitoring your every move? If I were the bus driver, I would have lost it on that woman.
If I were the bus company, I'd come out and say that this woman's actions indirectly put the safetly of all the other kids at risk. I'd imagine being a bus driver is already stressful enough with all the whiny kids, but having a stupid helicopter soccer mom following you monitoring your every move? If I were the bus driver, I would have lost it on that woman.
You'd be out of a job though. Got to stay cool when kids are concerned. But I do agree with you in that the woman put the safety of the kids at risk and something should come of that.
Man, I was raised in the generation of no harm no foul, if its a bruise its cool, if its a cut girls loved it by wouldn't admit it. Where your dad taught you how to defend yourself, where you didn't wear bike helmets or wrap your kids in bubble wrap. Where a cast was a right of passage and a black eye was absolutely awesome.
Where you didn't swarm during a scrap, and kicking your opponent when he was down was the act of a sissy girl fighter.
I was raised in a generation where your parents didn't give you a ride to school unless there was a damn good reason, where whether it was 30 above or 30 below you walked to the damn bus, usually when it was dark and you used back alley's as a short cut. And you never ever held your parents hands when you crossed the streets, every kid had a folding knife, and you warned your buddy that it was going to hurt when you shot him with a bb or pellet gun.
We weren't precious, or honey or baby, we were hey you, and sit down and shut up or better yet ssssssh the adults are talking now.
When the age of 18 is when you were free whether you moved out or went away to university, and if you were going to stay home you paid rent and laundry service.
I was raised in a generation where you got a swat on the butt if you acted up, bad grades meant a major grounding and a act of disrespect got you hauled behind the hypothetical woodshed for a wailing.
We weren't our parents best friends in the whole wide world, they were the law and we existed at their suffereage, but no matter how bad times were, we always had clothes, good food, and the other necessitates.
Where we ran out the door in the summer and it wasn't "Call me pokey" or "Don't leave my sight" but "Be home when the sun comes down"
We had a social structure, we didn't beat up younger kids, and nerds were a target for a swirly or a red belly.
Our society is going through a period of softening, and it won't be long until our leaders are whimps, mamma's boys and sissy's that need their blankey.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to the gym, followed by a meal of some meat product with even more meat product on the side and a beer with a milk chaser.
wow...Im glad I wasnt raised by your family!
and off I go to ride my bike 50k and eat my Vegetarian diet!
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I think we had the same parents, lol. I grew up in the 70's and 80's, and some of the stuff we did by today's standards would land our folks in jail for child endangerment nowadays..lol.
One day me and my buddy were building a 1 foot bmx jump in the back alley, using my dads circular saw, of course unsupervised, and we are 10 years old...lol.
My old man comes out, starts checking our work, and says... "Thats a pretty sissy jump." So he takes over the project, builds this thing up to about 3 feet so it could clear garbage cans and makes a matching landing ramp. So this masterpiece jump is completed, and we start jumping. It was awesome, half the kids in the neighbourhood are lining up to try it, without bike helmets of course. So my dad, gets it in his brain, that he wants a go. He gets on my Diamond Back Pacer 500, runs at the jump at mach 6, launches way past the landing ramp, and faceplants over the bars giving himself 2 degree face roadrash, and I found out years later, a severe concussion.
IT. WAS. AWESOME! It was like having Evil Kenevil for a dad. It was also educational as well, as that day I learned that crazy glue can be an excellent substitue for head stitches.
Kids and parents are too pussified now IMHO opinion. And most kids are waaaaay too spoiled. Our parents let us take our lumps, and I think we are better for it.
-We played guns, with replica guns.
-Trampolines didn't have safety nets, and roofs were the appropriate launching pads.
-Problems between kids were solved between kids, not in courts.
-Teachers could scold you, and call you a punk and you parents would back the teacher, not sue them.
-I was taught to get over my fear of water by being thrown in the deep end of Canyon Meadows pool... by my mom...lol. (obviously she wouldn't let me drown, but it was a blunt lesson).
For years I resented my old man for roughing me up when I was acting out or did something bad. I realized many years later, that it made think about the consequences of my actions, before I disrepected an adult, or burned down the neighbours fence... whatever evil I was contemplating that day...lol. At 36 years old, even to this day I still call my boss sir, and address elders as Mr. and Mrs., not by first names, which was one of the prime lessons I learned. If it wasn't for a little hard justice by the old man, I honestly think I would have turned out a lot worse, and would definitely had not been a success story, and probably would have done some time, I was that out of control at times. In my moments of weakness now, it is still in the back of my mind... what would my dad think if I did this?
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We laughed out loud at hilarious photos in the Herald. I mean come on, could the picture in that story be more cloying? She's holding an infant's toy for crying out loud.
"No, no, no, you don't look sad enough. You have to look like you are about to burst into tears. Here, hold this toy. Perfect! Hold that pose".
We laughed out loud at hilarious photos in the Herald. I mean come on, could the picture in that story be more cloying? She's holding an infant's toy for crying out loud.
How dare you make fun of their grief. Their only child is dead and the only thing they have to remember him by is his favourite toy.
...What's that? Oh, the bus rolled ten feet and no damage was done to either the bus or any of its occupants?
Oh...
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You know... I get what Captain is saying and I most definitely agree to SOME EXTENT... but just because you're over 40 and years ago you had to create your own shelter and hunt your own food at an early age doesn't mean that some of the parenting practices that have changed for a safer childhood are all bad.
My two cents:
1) Every generation says that the new generations are worse / sissified / lazier / etc.
2) Every person grows older, and every person faces society whether they're prepared for it or not. If your parent turned you into a walking vagina then yes, you'll face a walk-up call but yes, you can get over that too and contribute to society once you realize not everything bends to your beck and call and sometimes things just don't go your way. At the end of the day, if you can't adapt, and you can't handle the real world, you may suffer indeed, but helicopter parents or not it's still up to the individual in my opinion.
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1) Every generation says that the new generations are worse / sissified / lazier / etc.
There’s two different ideas forming in this thread - one is the “when I was a kid” mentality.
The other one though, the one that interests me, is what happened to MY generation that I see so many people my age raising kids in such an over-protective, paranoid, sissy-state mentality. Maybe that element has always existed, I don’t know...but there’s something absurd and surreal about being told your kid, who rides a tricycle slower than they can run, should have a helmet on, otherwise they will suffer a grievous concussion.
There’s two different ideas forming in this thread - one is the “when I was a kid” mentality.
The other one though, the one that interests me, is what happened to MY generation that I see so many people my age raising kids in such an over-protective, paranoid, sissy-state mentality. Maybe that element has always existed, I don’t know...but there’s something absurd and surreal about being told your kid, who rides a tricycle slower than they can run, should have a helmet on, otherwise they will suffer a grievous concussion.
Parents today probably know more about potential danger or head injuries than parents of yesterday.
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