We have a list of rules in our house. They are simple.
- Respect your family. Mother, Father, Sister, Brother.
- Don't Lie.
- Do your assigned chores.
- No violence. We will not stand for the two of them fighting. There are 9 years between them, but what is funny, the little one will go after the older one, in a heartbeat.
- Sunday is absolutely family time, start to finish, we spend the day together.
Those are our house rules. Now, as we have gone along, we've clarified a few things. We own the house, not our children. We are in charge, not our children. Their room is OUR room...therefore, WE set the rules, not them. Now, we don't run a police state. We do, however, expect the rules to be obeyed.
Phone calls are not made in the room, behind closed doors...our daughter is not exactly thrilled with that standard, but we don't sit right on top of her, either. Our belief, if a teen needs to go behind closed doors to make a phone call, it doesn't need to be made.
Friends over, great, have fun, but again, no closed doors. Again, we don't go and sit in the hallway and listen. We do allow boys over, but never, ever in the room. Never. Family room, which is open to all major rooms in our house. Oh and the boys that are allowed over, it's a group gathering...she's too young to date.
As far as notes, text messages or things like that...our daughter (not so much our son, he's only 5) knows that they are subject to inspection. Also, any online activity is monitored. Sites are restricted and again, we will inspect things.
It's our responsibility, as parents, to be aware of what is going on in our children's worlds. Burying your head in the sand, to me, is dangerous. You lose touch and that's when children start to experiment. They can start experimenting with you standing there, right in front of them.
We talk to our daughter. She talks to us. She has asked us questions that I know my mother would have never answered, but we will. We'd rather her get the truthful answer and it be straight to the point.
I was raised in a house where my parents didn't pay close enough attention. We ate in our rooms, had tvs, stereos, vcrs, phones, whatever we wanted. We both had cars, and had too much freedom. We never ate at the table, together and family activities stopped by the time I turned 10. I love my parents, but they had different things on their minds and have said over and over that they wished they had paid more attention and given us less freedom. Spent more time together. I don't want to look back and regret not spending more time with my children. Another thing, I am their mother, their advocate, not their friend. My husband is their father, their advocate, not their friend. We'll be their friends, later. That's how much we love our children. Right now, we want to guide them into maturity and a responsible adulthood.