Gary Fox2
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joined May 2013
I’d honestly let him keep his room exactly how he wants it—total chaos, no problem—but there’s a catch. He’d have to deal with the actual fallout of that mess. If his laundry isn't in the hamper where it belongs, it doesn't get washed. Period. I want him to feel that specific kind of panic when he's rushing out the door for school or heading out with friends, only to realize the one outfit he actually wanted to wear is sitting in a dirty pile somewhere, unwashed and wrinkled. Let him learn the hard way.
He just needs to do it—consistently. No big drama, no yelling, no nothing. Everything he leaves lying around the house should just go straight into his room, or honestly, wherever... let him figure it out himself.
It’s just important that he actually faces the consequences of his own defiance...
I wouldn't even bother doing his laundry or catering to any of his little whims—aside from the absolute essentials, of course. I’d just give him that look and say, "Look, I love you to death, really, but you're making my life incredibly difficult with this constant defiance... so I don't really have a choice but to stop prioritizing your needs, too."
Any kind of ranting or lecturing—honestly, just barking orders—is totally counterproductive.
If a parent approaches things by asking for help—basically admitting they can't juggle everything alone—it shouldn't be an issue, provided the kid feels respected, valued, and actually loved. It’s really that simple.
I was always such an incredibly obedient kid—it’s just how I’m wired, I guess—but my mother really didn't deserve that kind of devotion. She was this relentless critic who could find a flaw in absolutely everything about me—my tidiness, the way I looked, my behavior, you name it... she had a comment for all of it. The funny thing is, I actually was an above-average kid—quiet, easygoing, and genuinely well-behaved. It wasn't because I was trying to manage her constant nitpicking, though; I think it was just baked into my DNA.
She had this way of nitpicking and belittling me—it was constant—that just made me want to dig my heels in and do the exact opposite of whatever she wanted. I was too intimidated to actually stand up to her, at least not until I hit my late teens. Once I turned 17 or 18, though, that quiet resistance turned into full-blown rebellion.
Parents really need to wrap their heads around something—to a kid, tidying up their room or being "organized" doesn't actually matter. Not even a little bit. In their world, what’s happening inside their heads is way more important—it's all about friendships, crushes, video games, or just trying to survive school drama. That's where their real energy goes.
It’s not even realistic to expect them to feel that sense of responsibility toward the obligations they pin on their parents—it just isn't how they work. And look, it’s not like I wasn't trying to step up from the jump; it’s more that she simply wouldn't have thought of it... it just wasn't on her radar. To me, it never really mattered.
It’s not that I’m looking to make some massive life overhaul right now—it's more that I just need to find what I'm actually searching for and make sure my living situation feels healthy. Honestly? Whether my shirt is folded perfectly or if the bed is made, or if a pair of shoes ended up outside the drawer... none of that really matters to me. I'd much rather just sit down and actually talk to my kid—joke around, figure out what's weighing on them, see how their head is working. I want to know what they're planning for the future and, more importantly, how I can actually be there to help them get there.
If someone rolls up to my place when things aren't perfectly tidy and decides to lecture me about it... honestly, I just don't care. In fact, I probably won't want to see them again. My friends are all pretty laid back—they don't care about rules or keeping up appearances. Some are neat freaks, some are total messes, but it's all good. We actually have this one friend whose house is basically a sterile operating room—it's spotless. We always give her a hard time about it, joking that her biggest monthly expense is probably her cleaning service and telling her she needs to chill out before she goes broke from all that scrubbing.
I find it hard to believe that a kid would just start acting out against their parents without some kind of underlying reason. It doesn't usually happen in a vacuum—there's almost always something brewing under the surface.
Do you actually respect him as a person?
Do you think he actually feels loved—like, truly, unconditionally—even when he’s constantly forgetting to do things or leaving his mess everywhere?
Look, I don't mind a little anger—it’s natural. And honestly? Consequences are fine too. If you do something that genuinely upsets or insults your parents, there should be some fallout from that. That's just how things work.
Making a kid feel like they’re somehow less valuable—or just plain unloved and unwanted—simply because they didn't tidy up their mess? Yeah, that's just not okay.
I’ve always been pretty upfront with my son about what I won't tolerate—no ambiguity there. If he crossed a line, he felt it immediately. It wasn't always a big production, either—sometimes it was just a look from me, or maybe cutting back on dessert or his time on the PC. Just little things that let him know exactly where the boundary was.
She’d probably give him a big hug and try to comfort him first—but then she'd have to follow through with the punishment. I mean, if you don't, they never actually learn anything. It’s just part of being a parent, really—you have to hold that line, or the whole thing falls apart.
I’d take whatever punishment came my way without saying a single word—no arguments, no nothing. I’d go into it fully owning what I did, knowing that the penalty isn't some grand statement about who I am... it’s just the direct consequence of the action itself.
She wouldn’t have been exactly easygoing—you’d feel the consequences immediately—but she wasn't the type to put someone on a pedestal just because they messed up. Of course, there were those certain situations that fell into a slightly heavier category—things like lying or just hitting another kid for no reason... in those cases, the reaction would stick around longer, and the punishment was definitely tougher.
Take a second to actually step into your kid's shoes. Think about what their world looks like right now—what really matters to them, what’s keeping them up at night, and where they’re struggling. It’s worth asking ourselves how we can actually make things a little easier for them—and maybe even a bit better—instead of just running through the daily grind.