Navigating the Ever-Changing Terrain of Parenting


Parenting is a funny thing. 

When your child is young you need to be involved in every step along the way.

As they hit middle school years, you need to start stepping back; giving them the space they need to start maneuvering their world on their own.

By high school you need to be watching from the sidelines. It’s sink or swim time preparing for college.

The irony though is, if you’re too involved, you can be accused of being a “helicopter mom.”

AND

If you step back too much, you can be accused of not caring.

You’re constantly walking a fine line between over-stepping and under-stepping.

As my Son was growing up, I was by no means a “helicopter mom.” I was what I classified as his advocate.

An advocate he desperately needed at times.

Like when his parochial elementary school told me he had behavior issues and was ADHD. Yet official testing proved he was gifted IQ, not ADHD. Basically he was bored, which was why he was acting out. He was in 2nd grade at the time, and most certainly not mature enough to comprehend that.

The school refused to do anything because they stated the behavior issue had to be addressed first. Needless to say, I had to transfer my Son to public school where they had the resources available to challenge him.

OR

Like when my Son had trouble adjusting to middle school, and his teachers reached out to me requesting my involvement in overseeing his transition to the new demands expected of a middle school student. 

OR

Like when a bullying issue in high school was eating away at my Son’s self-esteem. As if Freshman year in high school wasn’t enough of a challenge. 

OR

My Son’s challenges with time management, which severely reared its ugly head when he hit middle school. Intellectually he was advanced, but emotionally immature. Prioritizing and estimating how long something would take were chronic issues.

This prompted me to bring in a tutor to help with the process, but I did have to keep tabs on him when he had large projects.

By high school he was doing pretty well on his own, so I stepped back, knowing he would be on his own his college. If he faltered, he had to accept the consequences of his action, or should I say non-action.

By the time he graduated from high school, he had this pretty much under control, which served him well his Freshman year in college.

Last semester however, he hit a hiccup.

As it turns out though, the hiccup was a combination of things, not just time management/under-estimating how long the assignment would take.

Junior level classes with a more demanding workload caused quite a few late nights, add in a roommate who decided to stay up late on his phone that caused lost sleep and missed alarms which in turn caused my Son to miss enough classes to impact his grade.

I was unaware of this because my Son tried to handle it on his own, which I respect, but had he spoken with me before it got really bad I may have been able to give him advice that could have avoided the negative impact on his grades. 

In particular I would have suggested he speak with his advisor who suggested he take the Junior level classes, and who just happened to be the instructor of the classes.

Needless to say over Winter break there were many discussions about all that transpired. I told my Son he needs to get back to the methods that helped in high school and left it that

I also noted I felt he does better when he’s playing music, as was evident his first semester Freshman year when he made Dean’s List. Class schedules forced him to drop jazz band for two semesters, which disappointed him, but unfortunately was necessary.

AND, I told him I felt he needs things other than gaming to relax. Like leisure reading or even dabbling with Legos, which was his saving grace in Middle School.

These were all just suggestions, and a parent giving general advice. I didn’t push. I knew he was already feeling bad enough about getting a bad grade.

The more my Son pondered what I said though, the more he realized I was right and even told me so. That about floored me, but I knew it was a sign my Boy was maturing. He was willing to listen to what I had to say and not just ignore me, as had been the case most of his teens.

I do believe we may have finally hit the point where my Son actually respects what I have to say. 

There was an obvious shift in the dynamics of our relationship while he was home on Winter Break. I noticed Mom was still Mom, but there were definitely more “buddy” moments.

I’m excited for this change, but I know it means he’s truly growing up and will one day really leave the nest to venture on his own life quest, not just off to college.

Until then though, we have to make it through his college years, which I found out recently may demand more of Mom stepping in than either one of us thought would be needed.

With all the negativity of the Fall Semester behind us, we both looked to the Spring Semester with high hopes.

That was until the Friday before classes were to start. At 3:30 in the afternoon my Son received an email from his advisor stating two key classes he needed for his major were being canceled.

This was the second semester in a row.

It made our hearts sink. Now what?

The fear that this could happen hung over our heads since the start of the Fall semester. The instructor who taught these classes, and headed up the program, had left abruptly in August (we assume), and although the students were told they had a replacement in the works, they never got any confirmation this had indeed happened.

This news threw my Son into a tailspin. He began to wonder whether he was meant to stay in college. He was beyond deflated. This hurt more than the bad grades from the last semester. This made him feel like his dreams weren’t worth pursuing.

Seeing my Son crushed and hurting was heartbreaking, but it also made me furious. No one was going to do to this to my Son. Something had to be done, but first I had to back my Son off the precipice of the cliff he had himself on.

The next day however it was time for me to strike. After pondering what actions to take, I decided I would reach out to the college President and voice my thoughts on the schools unconscionable behavior. I was very diplomatic, not throwing stones, but approaching the subject from the angle of what such actions do to the student.

Much to my surprise the President responded within a few hours, and agreed with me. Stating I was right about everything, but also adding neither she, nor the Provost were aware that these classes had been canceled. Noting the head of the department canceled them without following proper protocol and reviewing the needs of each student registered for the classes.

She also noted they were addressing the issue, and hoped to find a way to resolve it, but couldn’t make any promises for this semester.

Much to our surprise though, within an hour she once again emailed with good news. They were able to find an instructor from another department qualified to teach the cancelled classes. Noting the Provost would be reaching out to all the students to work with them to get their schedules back on track.

Needless to say my Son and I were thrilled they were able to salvage this semester, but shocked they knew nothing about this until I reached out to the President.

How long would this travesty have prevailed had I not reached out to voice my thoughts? 

I also wondered if I was the only parent who had done so?

If so, why?

We’re paying good money to send out kids to college and if the money isn’t going to the classes they need for their degree we should be pissed and stand up for our kids, right?

I know I’ll never know if any other parent spoke up, but I do know I will continue to be the one that does. Just because my Son is in college doesn’t mean he doesn’t still need Mom to be his advocate

AND, this just proves how important it is for a parent to stay engaged in their child’s life, even when they’re away at college.

I don’t mean meddling, but if they have an issue that’s causing them great stress, help. Navigating college life can be challenging enough, so every little thing that shows you still have their back most certainly can aid in their success.

There are some that may not agree with me, but I know for my Son and I, this is truth.

So, although I may be traveling the road of self-rediscovery while my Son is away at college, I can honestly say the biggest thing I’ve learned through all of this is that being a Mom will always be the most important part of me.

No matter where my travels go, at my core I am first and foremost a Mom and proud of it.

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8 thoughts on “Navigating the Ever-Changing Terrain of Parenting

  1. Looks like you’re a terrific MOM! A resource and helpful hand but also someone who allows her son to learn on his own. The perfect combination! 🙂 I’m so happy we found each other! Thanks for reaching out to me!

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  2. Pamela Danko-Stout

    You will always be a Mother, of course, how can you not be? You have really gone above and beyond with your parenting and worked at maintaining a balance and encouraging Roy’s growth and independence. You had no choice but to step in and intercede concerning his schedule disruption and the faculty’s lack of communication. I can understand the disappointment and the need to research new solutions. It is, after all, Roy’s future, his career and you know how important it is to encourage and support his interests. You helped create an awareness, this was very proactive, Bravo!

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    1. Being Mom will always be my #1 role. Thanks, maintaining balance is never easy. Encouraging his interests has most definitely been an adventure. I still think about the short lived fencing lessons during his Jack Sparrow obsession days.

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