Well, guess who gets to be the bad cop? Yes, yes, I know, if the shoe fits, blah blah blah. Whatever. Give me a second, please, while I take another
swig swallow sip of wine, ok? Exhale. Sigh.
You know how kids like to play their parents, especially in divorce situations? Yes, you do, you must have seen it before. Child, typically a teen, decides that the demise of their parents’ marriage provides them with the perfect opportunity to slack off? Well, it is a crap situation that requires parental attention and communication…something which isn’t always easily managed as a former couple transitions to a new normal of shared parenting done in an isolated, yet equally invested fashion. Maybe it’s a natural impulse for a child who wants to ensure that his recently apart parents maintain an open dialogue. Perhaps it is a symptom of adolescence. I don’t know for certain, but I do know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it is exhausting and demoralizing. Ugh.
Most of us are familiar with that cliched police interrogation technique – the whole good cop/bad cop thing, right? Well, guess which officer I get to be? I’ve always been the calendar keeper, the planner, the appointment maker, the initiator, shall we say. I have a knack for making, and keeping, a schedule and taking care of things. Naturally, it has fallen to me to be the one who checks in on the boys’ grades and initiates contact, when necessary, with their teachers. And the reward for my attentions from my child who is treading seriously close to the line between living up to his potential and being a rebel without a cause? Well, let’s just say it is sort of the opposite of gratitude.
It would be so much easier to be hands off. I would prefer to devote my attention to celebrating the wonderful talents and capabilities of my children, but it seems that a different type of focus is being demanded at this time. Well, if I have to be the one who enforces the law in these parts, I’ll do it, with or without the assistance of a deputy. Don’t you doubt it.