The last time school was out for a week, I found myself home, and on that very first Monday, I blinked and suddenly had six kids buzzing around my living room. For the record, I only have two.
Assessing the scene and knowing I had to do something, I decided to bake cookies. Little did I know that this would be the gateway to a week filled with kids coming and going, all lured in by the aroma of fresh treats.
Growing up, my house was similar—though the chaos didn’t truly kick in until we were teenagers. My siblings and I were close in age, and our home was the go-to hangout spot, not because of a stocked pantry or a nurturing parent. My mom was often too busy balancing a full-time job, classes, and her own social life to play the role of the quintessential host. Yet, she had an easygoing nature that allowed countless friends into our home, whether to chill in the basement with my older brother or to gather around the dining table for card games that lasted deep into the night.
Our home, like mine today, was often a bit of a disaster zone. Four teens in the 80s didn’t exactly lend itself to cleanliness. My mom would come home, survey the chaos, and simply lack the energy to tidy up. I completely understand that now, having experienced the overwhelming feeling of returning to a messy home after a long day myself.
While I’m still without teenagers, my two kids have a knack for leaving their belongings everywhere—Legos underfoot, socks mysteriously scattered, and a plethora of toys and books cluttering the spaces. Every evening, we dedicate time to searching for the TV remote, which seems to vanish into thin air, only for us to uncover an astonishing assortment of items in the couch cushions.
But our home isn’t just overflowing with stuff; it’s filled with kids, and I eventually realized I was following in my mother’s footsteps. She had the wisdom to welcome all those teens into our home. Even during their rebellious phases, she knew where they were—right there with us. Her laid-back nature encouraged them to feel comfortable. They called her by her first name, which I’ve adopted as well, and they found her approachable and relatable.
Looking back, I recognize there are things I would change. My father, on his second round of parenting, once explained that there is a difference between allowing your own child to have a glass of wine at 18 and letting other kids do so; those decisions aren’t ours to make for others. I see his point now, though at the time, I appreciated my mom’s leniency—one of the reasons our house was so popular.
While underage drinking won’t be allowed in our home, we maintain a relatively relaxed atmosphere. When the house fills with kids, they race in and out, grabbing water guns or loading up Nerf darts. They’re loud, they refer to us by our first names, and they often pop in just to say hello, which I take as a compliment rather than mere courtesy. One day, a friend of my son showed up unexpectedly. “Nathaniel’s not here, but he’ll be back in about 15 minutes,” I told him. “Oh, can I just hang out with you?” he asked. How could I refuse?
So it seems our home is destined to be the hangout spot. It’s exhausting, sure, and contributes to the chaos, but it’s comforting to know where our kids are and to have a relationship with their friends. I can only hope that when they are teenagers, they’ll continue to want to be around us.
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In summary, fostering a welcoming and relaxed environment for kids is not only beneficial for them but also gives parents peace of mind regarding their whereabouts. Embracing the chaos can lead to lasting bonds and cherished memories.
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