My son has a shitty attitude towards work.
I know he is a pre-teen, boy, whateverhisgenerationiscalled, and I am his parent, old, male, and whatevermygenerationiscalled.
Those labels do not change the fact that his attitude towards work of any kind is shitty, horrible, abysmal, and any other adjectives that describe a less than ideal state.
Among the many things I have tried to instill in both of our children, having a work ethic is one of them; near the top but not at the top of the list. I want them to understand and embraces that when there is work to do you do the work to the best of your abilities and then you play.
“I hate work.”
“I don’t see the point in doing (insert job) because it will just (insert words for return to current state).”
This attitude among many other fun sentences uttered by our boy covers anything. I mean anything…
- he enjoys painting but when he thinks of painting as work, “Screw this.”
- he says he enjoys playing the trombone, something he has not done all summer, “It’s work.”
- he says he enjoys creating games, but when asked to write down the rules for all us, “Ugh, I hate writing.”
- put away his clothes, “Why they’ll just end up in the laundry again.” He said this where Barb heard, suffice to say he won’t ever say that out loud again.
- fold towels, dry the dishes (he doesn’t wash that is our girl’s job), clean up anything, and so on.
I know, this is a phase. He will grow out of it.
What if he doesn’t?
Seriously ponder that.
What if he does not grow out of this shitty work ethic?
That more than anything else is what causes me concern. I know people my age who have shitty similar to our boy’s work ethic and you know what they do? Nothing important, nothing interesting, nothing that provides them with a living, and sure as hell nothing that makes them happy.
I’d like for him to avoid the fate of working in a party store for the rest of his life. He won’t work in fast food because if you have ever worked fast food there is work involved and lots people yelling at you because you are not doing your work. It’s crappy food people you can wait a minute…no you cannot, thus if this attitude keeps up he will not be in fast food. He will be that person behind the register at every party store who could care less about what you want as long as you go away and don’t make him push buttons or bag your shit.
There is time. There are plenty of positive examples around him. I keep the people with equally shitty work ethic away from the children. Crossing my fingers that many years from now I am writing a blog about how both of our children are doing great things or at least things that make them happy and not about how I brought fried chicken to the one child in jail made by the other child at the party store.
Parenting sucks sometimes.