So, last night at a friend’s house, I watched her son opened an awesome Nerf bazooka gun that shoots like 600 bullets at the same time. He was having a tough day, he was exhausted and then the gun had the nerve to break.
“Why me,” he screamed as he threw himself on his bed, arms splayed.
“Why me! Why me! I knew this bazooka wouldn’t work, I just knew it! Why do horrible things like this always happen to me? My friends’ Nerf guns work.”
He had a classic case… oh, I’ve seen it before, it’s pretty ugly. The question is, how does one catch this horrible illness and can we cure or prevent it?
THE CAUSE:
Here’s my take: As we — many of us helicopter/ over-protective / over-compensating / over-complimenting parents raise this next generation, we’re teaching them that they are truly the center of the universe. I am not judging, I am one of those parents – many of us are (to varying degrees). Many of us, myself included, have an internal struggle where we pit our need to ensure our children’s happiness against the knowledge that attempting to provide these things for them 24/7 will probably inhibit their ability to do anything for themselves… EVER!
OK, I’m not a therapist, but I see one regularly, which means I’m totally qualified to say these things. Wait, it doesn’t? So, I should stop calling my friend who once played a Doctor in a Prilosec commercial for advice on my IBS? Whatever…
THE CATALYST:
There is always a catalyst (the reason your child is lamenting), it is usually something totally reasonable, like:
1) “So and so is so lucky she has stairs in her house,” “They have a trampoline,” “He has a pool, a new Wii U, a snail, a cast on his arm and I don’t even have an stinkin’ ace bandage. Why me?”
2) “Someone else got the last one (it doesn’t matter if it’s a donut or a shower cap, the last one is something every child needs) I never get the last one. Why me?”
3) “What being a girl means that one day I’ll get a period and boobies and I’ll have the ability to take part in the miracle of giving birth? Why me?”
THE CURE:
Unfortunately there is no shot one can get, which is good for my daughter since her last “Why me?” was at the doctor’s office: “I have to get a shot to not get the flu! WHY ME?”
That said, your most viable tactic is to highlight how bad they have it. Here are my favorite options:
1) List for them, in a robotic style voice, all the things they DO have that other people would love to have. Then do your best 80’s robot imitation to let your awesomeness sink in.
2) Start to cry about something that would be really random to be upset about like the fact that you’ll probably never be a pro on Dancing With the Stars.
3) Sing a song about how much it must suck to be them. Call it “It Must Suck to be You,” when they beg you to stop add another verse about how much it must suck to have to listen to the “It Must Suck to Be You” song.
4) Tell them what it was like for you as a child. How you had to spray your bangs into to a high bang helmet and that, not only did that look work for no one, you’ll probably contract emphysema because of it. Or how your parents wouldn’t spring for Ray Ban so you got the copies with the mirror lenses that peeled off within 2 hours of owning them.
5) And lastly, give them some perspective. Expose them to the world so they can see they are a part of it – not the center of it. Remind your children some people don’t have homes, food or even iPhones.
Good Luck!!!
Hahaha love the spraying your bangs into a high bang helmet zinger! My kids are always asking why they have such redneck parents but they secretly appreciate a good squirrel gravy on occasion.
I love my bonus daughter very much. She’s my heart and she knows it. BUT I will gleefully kick her butt at board games and UNO. And when she gets that teary look in her eyes, I tell her you know why I won’t “let” you win. I’ve played games with kids who are awful winners and worse losers and she won’t be raised that way. It’s just a game. If she can’t lose a fun game she’s gonna have a hard life. So now when I sink her battleship and give her 3 draw fours in a row, she gives me a dirty look and says you’ll pay for that. Then laugh evilly. She’s 8. Plus I tell her that when we go visit my parents, her granma plays like a pirate. She can’t wait to go.
LOL – I love the idea of the song about how much their lives suck.
We sponsor a little girl in El Salvador, and that is a great reminder to them about how privileged and blessed they are. especially since they have to actually WRITE her letters — since, no email there.
I still have pity party, why me moments and I wasn’t raised that way. We all have them, it’s human nature. Then something slaps you in the face and snaps you back into reality and you remember how good your life is.
Love this! I bet the song works every time 🙂 I can hear it now;) “mom stop” haha