A Pocketful of Candy, a Bottle Full of Vodka: Who is in Charge Here, Anyway?

Sugar, sugar!

Sugar, sugar!

What does this have to do with candy? Read on!

What does this have to do with candy? Read on!

Couple things happened recently that got linked up in my head in one of those classic lightbulb moments.

The first thing was a conversation overheard in James’ preschool classroom on the last day of school. A mom of a girl in Jamie’s class was chatting with the teacher about how she was taking her daughter to the dentist; the five-year-old had a cavity. Poor lamb. (I mean that seriously, not snarkily! Cavities suck.) Anyway, one thing this mom said caught my ear: “Well, I’m sure one problem is all the candy she eats! My mother-in-law fills her pockets with candy when I’m not looking.” (I must note that she said “my mother in law” with in that low, conspiratorial, you-know-what-I-mean tone. Deserved or not, MILs are such scapegoats, right?)

So here’s what I thought. Your MIL fills the kid’s pocket with brightly colored and cutely shaped lumps of sugar wrapped in plastic. Nice. But, um… is there seriously nothing you can do about that? Is it out of your hands? You buy your child’s clothes, right? You wash them, you put them in her drawer, your help her plop them on  her body? All that, you’ve got under your control. But what goes into her pockets is not your bailiwick? Someone else fills the pockets of said clothes with candy and you throw up your hands?

Sorry. I don’t like to be judgmental (most of the time; I still reserve tsk-tsking for a mom I once saw on a city street who bought an orange soda from a street vendor, and split it between her toddler’s sippy cup and her baby’s bottle. Oh, my goodness), but sometimes I can’t help it. So here it goes: You are not allowed to sigh and complain and wring your hands about the things that happen to your child, if the means to control those things is still in your hands. In this case, come on. It’s a five-year-old, and it’s candy. It’s still in your hands.

Here are just two totally uncreative solutions I came up with, right off the top of my head. She could:

  1. Tell her mother-in-law (nicely, not nicely, through her husband, in an email, via registered letter, whatever works) not to put the candy in the kid’s pocket. Duh.
  2. Remove the candy from her pockets. Double duh. Just last month, my boys got HUGE bags of candy as party goody-bags. I didn’t take the stuff and toss it (except the really nasty stuff like Laffy Taffy, speaking of needing trips to the dentist). But I did take it and stow it on a high shelf, to dole out as treats. The boys, they love to dig in and pick their one-piece-at-a-time poison!

Hard? Sure, harder than letting the candy stay there, and then having something conspiratorial to share with your friends about your pesky mother-in-law (or about party goody-bags). But not as hard as what that pocketful of candy you’ve abdicated responsibility over represents, or what it might lead to. That’s a lot harder.

Which brings me to the second thing that happened recently, the thing that triggered the lightbulb moment. It was a conversation I had with my sister, Marie, who has three children (the youngest 14, the eldest 21). We were talking about her son, Nick’s, recent prom, and I mentioned (hoping I wasn’t crossing a line) that I clicked through a stream of Facebook pictures one of Nick’s female friends had posted to his page (yes, this old auntie is FB friends with her nieces and nephew! They likely regret it), in which some of the girls had a bottle of vodka in the prom-bound limo.

Oh, yeah, my sister said. Some of those kids drink like fish. (These are high school sophomores and juniors.) Now, I’m not surprised that kids drink. Again, and sorry to overuse a word, but duh. Here’s the part that surprised me:

My sister told me that a friend of hers lets her teens and their friends drink in the house.  That same mom said, after she’d dropped off her daughter and two of her 15-year-old friends at a Sweet Sixteen party, “Oh, I know they had vodka in their water bottles, but what can I do?”

What can you do? REALLY?

Here’s what you can do. You start by taking the candy out of the pocket when they’re five. That’s called starting as you mean to go on, and it’s a phrase that pops to mind continually as I travel this rocky parenting road. You decide to control what you can control, and you move forward from there, knowing you’ll soon be wading into waters that are a lot trickier to swim than candy. Vodka’s harder. I know, I KNOW 15-year-olds can get booze if they want to, and I know they will. But if you, as a mom, know your daughter has vodka in her water bottle and you’re dropping her off at a party, is there really nothing you can do but throw up your hands?

How ’bout turning the car around, dropping off her friends, and taking her home?

The line between the candy and the vodka seemed very, very clear to me (duh). I’m not saying that the little girl in Jamie’s class is going to start bringing Poland Spring bottles filled with vodka to kindergarten simply becuase her mom didn’t clear her pockets of Grandma’s Jolly Ranchers. But it’s on the same continuum.

Start as you mean to go on.

And please, don’t throw up your hands.

What do you think?

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