To nag or not to nag, that is the question. Whether tis wiser to be a constant badgerer of the lackadaisicalness of my child, or step off and let him find his own will, and by stepping off, end my frustration. To back off, and not worry, and by not worrying to say we end the strife and struggling of not making our child’s responsibity our own.
Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished.
To back off, to not worry–to not worry–
perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub,
for in that lack of worrying what dreams may come when we have given our child the chance to prove he does care,
must give us pause. There’s the respect that makes calamity of so long life.
For what child would take constantly getting into trouble, numerous groundings, lack of sports or band, no TV, XBOX, or PSP, not being able to have friends over or go to friend’s houses, or even worse staying behind a grade whilst others advance, when he himself might end it all by actually being responsible? What child would bear all this coupled with a parent’s disappointment if only because the inner core of that child’s being knows the parent won’t let him fail? And to what end does the parent not quit the nagging and the badgering if only so their child WON’T suffer?
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we
the parent know of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. — Soft you now,
I will go forth and let my child suffer his consequences, because I haveth already been to school!
Don’t you just love Shakespeare? I do!