Raising Kids to Have a Voice

As I pondered the very broad topic of "parenting" forgrow, use your voice to talk to mom (or dad) about
this article, so many lessons learned through the yearsany- and everything in your life.
dashed through my mind like the fleeting years of myTwo wonderful things happened because they knew
children's youth. Then, without even recognizing what Itheir voice was an entitlement as well as an allowance!
was doing, I asked my now-married daughter andFirst, they both knew-and still know-they could talk to
teenaged son, "If I was to write an article on parenting,mom about anything. They even volunteered
on what topic do you think I should write?" Knowinginformation over the years! When my nearly-grown
that they, the products of my sole parenting, woulddaughter came home and informed me of her
know best what I may have done right or wrong, itpotential intentions with her first love, I didn't "flip out" as
was just second-nature to ask their opinions; and theymy parents would have. Inside my voice was crying
both had some pretty great answers.out, "WHAT?!" Outside, my voice was cool, calm, and
Then it occurred to me. I have always allowed them toresponsive with, "Okay. You know I don't agree with
have their own opinions, their own feelings, their ownthis, but I'm glad you came to talk to me. I still
voices. As far back as when my younger child was aencourage you not to do this. Now, what do you want
toddler sitting in the shopping cart in the clothingto do to protect yourself?" And so the conversation
department, I would hold up two pairs of tiny pants andwent, the arrangements were made, and as a result,
ask him to choose which pair he wanted to wear. Heno big issues like teen pregnancy or diseases came
couldn't even really talk yet! But he knew what I wasour way. The way I saw it, and still know to be true, is
asking and, at the same time, that I was telling him hethat no matter what my reaction was, she was going
has a voice. Funny little guy he was-wobbly, drooling,to do what she was going to do. When a child is not
soft blond hair-so when presented with his choices, heallowed to have a voice, they will sneak around to do
would look at one, then the other, then re-look, andwhatever they intend to do; it's the nature of the
finally point and exclaim, "Mmm...dat one!" And so itimpulsive, adolescent beasts. I would rather know
was. "Dat one" was the choice he got. His voice waswhat's going on in my child's life than be in the dark and
heard and even with something so simple, using hisget hit with big or dangerous surprises. Second, they
voice got the desired results. We were communicatinglearned how to mature into good, moral, and effective
and collaborating-both with voices. Now, I don't meanadults with a voice. With good guidance and
the verbal words; these voices are the feelings andsupervision, planted seeds of morality and sensibility,
thoughts to which everyone is-or should be-entitled, noand effective communication between parent and
matter how old they are.child-both with voices of their own-children learn how
See, children aren't robots. Of course we raise them toto become effective and diplomatic communicators as
follow our ideals, our values, and understand our moresadults. They learn when to talk, when to hold their
and norms. But in the end, they do have minds of theirtongues, and when their inner voice screams for
own and when allowed to blossom with properaction. These are the self-starters, "need no
fertilization and weeding, they can do things we onlysupervision," leaders of tomorrow. Having a voice
dreamed of doing. I know. In my childhood home,fosters independence (even if they are still dependent),
almost every important "coming of age" topic wasleadership (even when they're still following mom's
off-limits. Trying to bring an issue to my parents waslead), and the critical "think outside the box" ability. And
asking for trouble. Either I did things their way, or therethose, my friend, are the qualities that let our
was a price to pay. This is why I left home at theyoungsters blossom into successful adult citizens.
tender age of seventeen-so I could try my own voice.So don't worry about letting kids have a voice. As long
From that point forward, I still had my parents' valuesas their voice isn't louder than yours, you are still in
and norms and ideals in mind, but I knew that I had mycontrol and they don't even realize it. They
own as well. By following mine, I achieved great things,subconsciously follow your voice, but believe it to be
so it was only natural to pass the privilege of voice ontheir voice speaking out. It's win-win!
to my children.Oh, and just so you know, mom always has the bigger
No parent is perfect. Then again, no child is, either.voice in our home. It's just a matter of respect; but I
None of us does everything right, there is no one rightrespect my children in return. Think I'm kidding? When
or wrong way to do things, and most of us have donemy daughter began to date boys, I required them to
something we regret. But we raise our children thecome to our home, present their identification, and
best way we know how-user manual not provided-byallow me to make a copy of it. At first, she was
guiding them from our own lessons learned. Since I hadmortified; then, she understood when I said, "I don't
learned that zero communication and disallowance ofknow this boy from Adam. If you disappear, I want to
having a voice didn't help me, I switched techniquesknow the first place I'm looking for my child!" It's funny
and started my babies from the cradle knowing this:how voices can come back to get you, though. When I
You have a voice. You are entitled to your ownfinally began dating a certain someone, my daughter
thoughts, feelings, and opinions and don't ever letcomically and sarcastically said, "Okay, mom. I'll need to
anyone tell you differently. The real trick is how to usemeet him and get a copy of his driver's license and
that voice to achieve great things, stand up and beSocial Security card. You know. Just in case." Touche.
noticed, and hurt nobody in the process. And as you