What Have You Done for Them Lately?
I’ve come to the conclusion that being the Best Parent in the World is all a matter of timing – and media coverage.
Sure, these parents who built a roller coaster for their kids in the backyard are being touted as the epitome of great parents. But when this PVC pipe construction one day collapses just as the kid reaches the peak and the poor child comes crashing down, whose door do you think Child Protective Services will be knocking on?
Even more likely, how long will this kid be enamored with his new toy before he demands something bigger and better? How many times will it take before he develops a tolerance for that roller coaster rush, and the whole experience becomes a yawning bore?
Who will he cite during his adult therapy sessions for his insatiable quest to get involved in an endless number of life-threatening activities, causing his wife to leave him for the boring, but stable accountant that lives next door?
Best Parent in the World is a temporary title that lasts as long as a kid is happy. And no kid is happy forever. In fact, they are rarely happy for longer than 47 minutes, according to my experienced calculations.
The good news is that it works the other way too. When my daughter tells me that I’m the Worst Parent in the World. Ever. Since Time Began – well, she hasn’t actually called me that out loud, just glowered it pretty effectively, like today when I said that I was not buying her any more tops for school and she decided to abandon her locked iPad (yes, thanks to the former Best Parent in the World, she has my old iPad) in the room I was in, loudly playing Justin Bieber as punishment – I console myself that someone else will earn that honor fairly soon. And, more than likely, their shame will be posted on YouTube.
My Best Parent in the World moments will never be filmed, and may never even be appropriately acknowledged by Dimples. But all I have to do is flip through some reality T.V. on the remote, and I am quite happy to leave the fame and fortune to the moms on Toddlers and Tiaras or to Kris and Bruce on The Kardashians.
I’m fine with not being the Best Parent in the World. My greatest wish is that some day my daughter will build a roller coaster for me in the backyard.
Actually, I’d be fine if she just comes around to sit in my backyard with me every once in awhile.
And, if she doesn’t marry Justin Bieber.
Posted on August 9, 2012, in Children, Family, Humor, Parenting and tagged Best Parent in the World, children, Dimples, humor, Justin Bieber, life, parent, parenting, random, roller coaster. Bookmark the permalink. 30 Comments.
47 minutes!?!?!? What am I doing wrong? I top out at 5. (I am secretly thanking God that I have boys and Bieber is synonymous with anti-Christ with them.)
I should have said, “they are NEVER happier for more than 47 minutes, and that is a rare maximum, not an average!”
That would be cool for a bit . Personally I am going to try to help them just survive to adulthood.
I wonder what the neighbors think? Of them, I mean 😉
Wow. I’m certain that those roller coaster parents aren’t the epitome of great parents. I think they’re crackers. And I think they should expect a wild ride once the neighborhood lawyers start handing out their business cards to all the kids in town. I reckon Dimples knows that her iPad is better than a backyard roller coaster. And it’s far less likely to kill her. The Bieber music, on the other hand… 🙂
Can you imagine the cost of their homeowner’s insurance?
That is crazy! But, I am with you- there is always something bigger and better that we haven’t done yet for them. I am glad you have that Justin Bieber goal set. 🙂
Yeah, I figure I have to set some kind of limits, right?
If you listen to your kids, it’s amazing we grow up to do anything right. 😉
The same could be said, unfortunately, if I listened to my mom!
If your kids are happy for 47 minutes at a time, you’re doing something right.
This is not a common occurrence, I should clarify!
You don’t have to be the best parent, you just have to be a parent. I would never build a roller coaster mainly because I’d be concerned about safety. I’m sure OSHA would not approve of a roller coaster built in a backyard.
Me too. Some might call me a pessimist, but I think I’m just a realist!
Such excellent points. That roller coaster is just one big ball of future therapy bills, no matter which way you cut it! Also, if you’re looking for some new reality TV with some reeeeally crazy parents, I highly recommend “Honey Boo Boo Child.”
I READ ABOUT THAT SHOW! I’m tempted to watch it just for the cringe factor.
ha! i tell the kids “if i had a dollar for everytime one of you said ‘you are the meanest mommy ever,’ i could retire.” and that roller coaster looks scarily like a homemade rattler which is just a teensy bit disturbing.
I thought the same thing about the Rattler! I rode that thing once, and it nearly gave me whiplash! I love roller coasters, but not ones that are painful!
Humorist Gina Barreca just recently wrote: “When I was kid adults did not gently inquire “Are you happy?” Surly adults yelled “Are you happy NOW?” after something terrible happened.”
That is perfect! I need to look up Gina Barreca. I’ve never heard of her. That doesn’t mean anything, of course – just that I live in an insulated world.
She’s a Connecticut celebrity, but not sure how much national attention….
that’s a liability waiting to happen…poor spineless parents..
Or, are they creative geniuses? It’s all about perspective, I guess.
Justin Bieber at full tit is cruel punishment indeed…
I know. And the kid doesn’t even like Justin Bieber, so I know it was targeted punishment.
I had a go kart made from an old lawn mower, but never a roller coaster. Wow. It does look like a set of x-rays waiting to happen, for sure.
I’m convinced that the more “mean” a parent is during a person’s childhood, the more that parent will be appreciated one day when everyone is grown up. Keep on being that tough mom, and Dimples will continue to be an awesome kid.
I’ve had that experience with my students, and some former ones have come back to thank me, so I guess it all works out.
Tell Dimples I wish you were my mum – hehe!
That could work!
OMG! Ginger is out back building a bigger one…. sigh….. perhaps Wonderbutt can chew it down? LOL