Mom-blogger Ursula Hennessey, writing last week at OnTheCulture.com, questioned the lax supervision provided by too many parents of teens. A recent story in her local paper recapped an alarming incident in which nine high school students were found in one of the teen’s garage, drinking beer and setting up for an evening of drinking games.
They were caught thanks to neighbors who complained about the loud music emanating from the property. Here’s the kicker: The homeowners (read: parents) were inside their house, just across the driveway.
“What gives?” Mrs. Hennessey wonders. “How is it possible for parents to be so clueless about their children’s behavior?”
“I need help! I admit it! All I could think was, ‘How can these parents be so dumb?’” Mrs. Hennessey wrote. “Set me straight, Marybeth.”
To make things even more interesting, Mrs. Hennessey included a “bonus” question for this advice column:
Let’s say it was your 16-year-old daughter who was escorted home by the police after getting busted at her friend’s house taking part in an underage drinking party. In the coming weeks, your daughter asks to go over to that boy’s house again: “We won’t do anything stupid again, Mom, I promise.” Would you let her go? Would you call the parents and confront them about their lax supervision? Would you (as I probably would, the chicken that I am) simply avoid this family and keep coming up with excuses for your daughter never to be around them again? Shape up my parenting, Marybeth. Gimme something to go on when this happens to our family.
First off, I predict you’ll never confront this sort of situation because your eldest child is only 8 years old and you’re already working hard to avoid it. As I’ve said in the past, good parenting is no guarantee that great children won’t make dopey decisions, but it’s a reasonable hedge against a home visit from the police.
And oh, to revisit the days when my eldest was 8. It just so happens that last night I had a conversation with my youngest, a 15-year-old sophomore, about my reticence regarding house parties. And by reticence, I mean my hell-bent objection to them in most cases. Why? Because as my sage, my 83-year-old dad, said when I was a teen, “Nothing good happens at a house party.”