By Hal E. Runkel, LMFT
We’ve all seen the commercial. You know, the one
that takes place in the front seat of the car, with a
silent mom and her son, presumably on the way to
school. Several seconds of that silence go by,
leaving us in eager anticipation for a conversation
that never comes. Instead we get a placard against
a deathly black backdrop, explaining that yet another
parenting opportunity was missed. In this case, an
opportunity to talk with her kids about drugs.
So, I’m wondering, is anyone inspired by this guilt-
ridden prompt? Does anyone see this commercial, feel
sufficiently horrible about the parenting job they’ve
done thus far, and resolve to correct it all by
pouncing on their kid as soon as they pick them up
from school?
I hope not.
I hope this scare tactic doesn’t work with you
because frankly, it doesn’t work with your kids. In
fact, few things could be more unproductive in
developing the relationships we really crave with our
kids.
Here’s why:
This public service commercial ascribes to the
publicly popular notion that parenting is really built
around “teachable moments,” those rare, brief
opportunities we get to dispense our lifetime’s worth
of wisdom into our kids’ noggins. The thinking here is
that in today’s busy, busy life environment, we had
better capitalize on whatever fleeting moments we
get with our kids. And by capitalize, we mean
educate them on the perils of the world: violent
media, internet predators, premature pregnancy and
STDs, and of course, drugs and alcohol.
The thinking is that these perils are so dangerous,
and so damaging—not just to the families involved,
but to all of society—that the primary responsibility
of parents is preventative education. And our primary
emotion should be fear. And guilt.
We should be so afraid of these dangers that we
never let an opportunity pass. And if we do let those
moments go, then we should feel guilty. It was bad
enough when we were fed the notion that our time
with our kids had to be “quality time.” Now we have
to take advantage of the “teachable moments” or
risk losing the singular opportunity to influence our
kids. So wee put intense pressure on ourselves to
make sure we dispense the right wisdom for the right
situation, guaranteeing that our children will avoid
any undue suffering, bad decisions, or ill fates.
There seems to be so much fear promoted as the
normal basis for the parenting, and that the natural
way to deal with it is to listen to the fear and do
whatever it takes to protect your kids. No one ever
seems to challenge parents to learn from and grow
beyond their fear, calling their whole family toward a
higher plane of seeing life as adventurous, playful,
and even wonderfully difficult.
But somewhere we got the idea that the parent/child
relationship is not really a relationship between two
human beings but rather a lecture series between a
teacher and a student. And when the lecture is
motivated by the deepest fears of the lecturer, the
student becomes one who would rather be anywhere
else than listening to his lecturer, because he knows
that his lecturer needs him to listen in order to
validate him as a lecturer.
And that pressure we place on ourselves is still
evidence that we’ve fallen for that primary lie about
parenting, namely that we are responsible for our
children. Like Nemo’s father, we feel responsible for
making sure nothing bad ever happens to our kids.
And that’s why this preventative education is the
number one job as a parent.
But the one critical point that all the “more
education” pundits miss is this: insight makes no
impact on the unmotivated. In truth, insight only
hardens the unmotivated. You’ve experienced this
truth in a number of ways. Ever give sound dieting
advice to someone who’s not really interested in
losing weight? Doesn’t matter how good the advice
is, or even how well you’ve presented it—that
person’s lack of motivation makes any insight bounce
right off, and usually makes that person even more
hardened against your efforts—and against you.
And that’s the real tragedy of the “teachable
moment” mentality. People fail to see the relational
dynamics of advice-giving. You trying to teach me,
when I haven’t asked for your wisdom, not only
deafens me to whatever you’re teaching, it hardens
me toward you. Call this irrational, call this moronic,
call it ridiculous. But don’t call it a lie, because it is a
law of the universe as true as gravity.
Now, please don’t get me wrong. I believe the most
influential forces on the lives of kids are the lives of
their parents. I wouldn’t be doing this whole
ScreamFree Parenting thing if I didn’t. But this
influence does not occur in our fear-and-guilt-
motivated efforts to educate our kids out of danger.
Our primary influence occurs through our day-to-day
lives—our entire lives. How we conduct ourselves in
every environment—that is the stuff that does the
teaching.
For instance, my kids will learn more from watching
how I treat the wait staff at a fast food restaurant
than they will from a lecture on how to treat others.
My kids will learn more about alcohol by watching my
moderation and appreciation for it than they will from
a stern warning about all its dangers. And ultimately,
my kids will learn more about relationships by
experiencing one with me—one led by mutual respect
and calm, even playful guidance—than they will from
pressure-packed efforts to turn moments into
mountains.
Do I have fears about my kids, their choices, and the
dangers of this world? Of course. Am I perfect in my
ability to regulate those fears and yet still try to talk
about those dangers with my kids? Of course not.
But more and more, I gain comfort in the truth that I
don’t have to get it perfect. And I won’t teach them
everything. And I don’t have to. this thought from
the priest and author, Henri Nouwen:
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our
lives means the most us, we often find that it is
those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions,
or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and
touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of
despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour
of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not
knowing, not curing, not healing, and face with us
the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who
cares.
Now, you might be one of those who’s been trained
to immediately react to any and all “friendship”
language when it comes to your relationship with
your kids. But substitute the word “friend”
for “parent” in that paragraph, and then live that
way with your kids, and you will have more lasting
influence than you’ve ever imagined.