Every generation thinks every following generation is not as
good – not as smart, not as tough, not as disciplined, not as self-reliant. In
short, not up to their standards.
I once thought that was nuts. Of course, that was when I was
in the generation they were talking about. Sure, my parents’ generation lived
through the Depression and fought and won a world war. Okay, they'd been through a lot.
But my generation was going to change the world for the better.
We were smarter than our parents. We were revolutionaries. We were going to
create a brighter future. And we couldn’t wait to get out on our own, away from
our parents’ rules, and build a life of our own.
Then we grew up. We got jobs. Many of us married and had
kids. Suddenly we were adults, with adult responsibilities, not just to
ourselves but to families, jobs, and community.
We finally understood what our parents had learned. At least
most of us did.
The lesson was simple: you can’t be a kid forever. At some point, you have to take
responsibility for your own actions. There’s nobody to bail you out when you do
stupid stuff.
As you get older the stupid stuff has greater
consequences. Do something dumb at work
and you could get fired; without that paycheck, you struggle to pay rent and
buy food or even gas for your car, if you’re lucky enough to have one. Do something dumb in your marriage and you
could get divorced, lose half your personal property – assuming you have
anything – and end up paying alimony for years.
Smart mouth a cop and you could end up in cuffs.
When you’re over 18 the world changes. Turn 21 and your world has changed even more dramatically
in just three short years. Next thing
you know, you’re 30 and you’d better have your act together or you’re in
serious trouble in terms of your career and long-term prospects.
If you haven’t grown up by then, too bad. The challenges are
only going to get harder, the competition more intense, and the work more
demanding.
Now in my mid-60s, born in the middle of the Baby Boomer
generation, I find myself wondering how the latest generation will survive. I
hope I’m wrong – and maybe just repeating the same misconceptions our parents
thought about us – but I really don’t think so.
I’m certain our grandparents thought our parents were
spoiling us rotten. I suspect that’s what most of our grandparents felt, especially
those who raised families during the Depression. However, my fellow Boomers did a much worse
job with their own children, in my opinion.
My parents’ generation had lived through a lot. It’s not
surprising that so many of them wanted to make up for lost time. They partied.
They had fun. They drank. They smoked.
They lived as if there were no tomorrow. Who can blame them?
They cared for and loved their kids, but they had their own
lives to live. They were interested in what we did, but only up to a certain
point. As long as we made good grades, didn’t embarrass them, didn’t cause
problems at school, didn’t get arrested, get pregnant or get someone pregnant,
we were pretty much okay. They were content to leave us alone.
When we turned 18, they were happy to see us leave home –
either to go to college or to a job, or in some cases to join the military.
Their work was done.
So what happened to Boomer parents? I think too many of them
decided to take way too much interest – and control – in their kids’ lives.
Where we were raised as somewhat “free-range” kids whose
main parental directions were to go play outside, don’t get hurt, and be home
when the streetlights came on, Boomers’ kids were smothered with attention. Boomer
parents micromanaged every aspect of their kids’ lives, from scheduled “play
dates” to a variety of music, dance, computer skills, sports and other
lessons.
Every child of a Boomer was a genius. A prodigy. a superstar. The next pro athlete. And
Boomer parents were dedicated to pushing their child to his or her full
potential.
That included boosting their child’s self-esteem; something many
Boomers perhaps felt their own parents neglected to do enough for them. Self-esteem became more important than a
child’s actual, objective performance. Failure
was hurtful to self-esteem, so Boomer parents fought hard to prevent their
children from ever experiencing failure – at anything.
If that meant intimidating and threatening teachers to give
their kid a better grade, so be it. If that meant leaning on a coach to make
sure their kid got on the team, regardless of his or her ability, so be it. If
that meant demanding their kid be given special treatment, special classes,
special exemptions in his or her school, so be it. If that meant getting
lawyers involved, so be it
The parents of Boomers would never dream of doing any of
that. The only time they went to our
schools was when they absolutely had to.
Those “had-to” moments were fairly limited: a call from the school nurse
or principal would do it; you being disappointed wouldn’t.
To our parents, if you got a bad grade it was your fault,
not the teacher’s. If you got detention you probably deserved it. If you didn’t make the team, it probably was
because you didn’t work hard enough or should try some other sport or
activity. If you were on a team and lost
a game, get over it and learn from it.
There were no T-Ball moments I could remember. Not everybody
made the team. Not everybody got As. Not everybody got into accelerated
courses. Not everybody made the Honor
Roll, much less the Honor Society. Not everybody got to be Prom King or Queen,
either.
And nobody I knew got promoted to the next grade simply
because their parents complained enough, or it would make them feel better
about themselves.
Boomers succeeded or failed largely on their own. This was a
valuable lesson.
Our parents’ benign indifference meant they were always
there to comfort us when necessary, patch us up when we got hurt, but they
never promised we’d get everything we wanted. If anything, they taught us that
there were no guarantees everything would always turn out the way we wished.
That’s just the way things are, they’d say. Sometimes you win; sometimes you lose. And sometimes things just don’t go the way
you planned. Get used to it.
Stunningly, many Boomer parents failed to pass this along to
their own kids.
They protected their kids from everything. They constantly
intervened. They made sure their kids felt nothing was ever their own
fault. They took charge of every decision
their child should make, and managed every outcome, so their child would never,
ever feel the sting of failure.
Or get the valuable lessons failure provides.
So what we have now is a generation – the offspring of those
Boomers – who don’t know how to fend for themselves. They don’t know how to
manage their money or their financial obligations. They don’t know how to
manage their careers. They don’t know how to manage personal relationships. They
don’t know how to deal with adversity. They don’t know how to do any of these
things because their parents always managed everything for them.
They also don’t know how to recover from failure – personal or
work-related – because they’ve never really experienced it thanks to their
parents.
Instead of solving their own problems and making their own
decisions, many still rely on their parents – who are now in their 50s or 60s –
for practically everything.
Some of them never left home or have moved back in after
college, or supposedly to “save money for a house.” In the meantime, mom is cooking
their meals, making their bed, doing their laundry, and in many cases mom and dad are still
buying the groceries and paying their health and car insurance for them.
To me that’s pretty weird when your children are in their mid-20s
and even weirder still when they’re in their 30s or 40s, often with kids of
their own and full-time jobs, and they’re still living in your house rent free.
When they’re that old, they’re supposed to have their act together. They’re
supposed to be able to take care of themselves and make their own
decisions.
Many Boomer parents apparently don’t see anything wrong with
having their adult offspring back at home. Continuing to be totally dependent on mom and
dad.
Maybe that’s what those Boomer parents always wanted. I sure
hope so. Because it’s too late to teach those kids how to be responsible adults
who can survive on their own.
I shudder to think how these Boomers’ kids will raise their
own children. I could be wrong, and they could decide to raise their own kids
more responsibly to prepare them for the real world.
We can only hope.