Raise A Princess? Don't Be Shocked When She Grows Up To Be A Princess
This week's "Modern Love" in The New York Times is by Judith Gille, a woman who reports that her daughter not only arrived home from her first year in college but her boyfriend moved in with her. They "didn't consult" her, she writes.
The story goes on in that general direction:
The two of them were so enamored of each other, I didn't have the heart to separate them. I assumed they'd soon grow bored with seeing each other every day and he'd go home. This didn't happen.The biggest problem was that my daughter and her boyfriend brought with them a level of messiness I had grown unaccustomed to. They shed clothing like dogs shed fur, peppering the apartment with sweatshirts, T-shirts and underwear. They preferred my shower to hers and soon the drain was clogged with hair.
While I was out of town on business, they moved into my bedroom, too; I have a king-size bed and they found it roomier. They produced mounds of laundry, garbage and recycling. The water and electricity bills both shot up.
My daughter loves cooking and decided that her summer job was to teach her boyfriend to cook. Unfortunately, their enthusiasm didn't extend to cleaning up. I'd arrive home from work to dirty dishes and half-filled pots and pans on the stove. The kitchen floor would be sticky, the stovetop spattered with oil and the oven bottom crusty with burned food.
When I asked if the boyfriend might help out a little by doing dishes or taking out the compost, my daughter said, "He's phobic about getting his hands dirty."
"I'm sure that works well for him," I replied.
Weeks passed as the lovebirds languished in my apartment. I'd leave for work at 10:30 a.m. and return at 7 p.m. to find them exactly where I had left them: sprawled on the couch watching reruns of "Monk." The only way I could tell they had even moved was that the food I had bought for dinner was gone and the kitchen was a mess.
Her mom had it right.
She continues:
Two things my mother was very good at were making her values clear and establishing boundaries. You knew what was expected of you and how far you could go. She demanded our respect.When my children were small, I had no trouble setting limits. But as they grew to be adults (or emerging adults), I grew overly permissive. But one day my daughter and the boyfriend pushed me too far, and I learned that establishing clear boundaries is good for everyone, including our adult children.
I arrived home from work one night, hungry and tired, and found the boyfriend's car in my parking place when I pulled into the garage.
"Just go park on the street," my daughter said when I called her to ask why his car was in my spot. As I searched for a place to park on Seattle's crowded streets, I got angrier by the minute. Finally I found a spot, but it was a mile away.
I thought the walk home might cool me down. It didn't. I took the stairs in lieu of the elevator, hoping the five flights might calm me. They didn't. I threw open the door to the apartment and tripped over a pair of size-12 Nikes as I stormed into my daughter's room. The two of them were in bed, half naked, watching a movie on her laptop.
"What's up, dog?" the boyfriend asked cheerfully. "How was your day?"
"I'm not your dog!" I screamed. "Don't ever call me that or park in my spot again."
"It's not your spot," my daughter said.
"As long as I'm the one paying for it, it is!" I hollered. "If you want to pay for it, then we'll talk."
Blown away by my rage, the boyfriend gathered his clothes, put on his Nikes and went home. Later that night, I sat down my glowering daughter and outlined the rules of engagement: The boyfriend was welcome to stay over, but only one or two nights a week. They were to clean up after themselves. My bathroom and bedroom were off limits, and he was never to park in my spot again.
From that point forward, our joint tenancy went fairly smoothly.
You don't help a kid by letting her live sloppy.
This isn't "permissive" parenting; it's failed parenting -- taking the easy way out.
My neighbor is pretty crunchy granola in guiding how they live -- they have no paper towel in their house; their kids probably only learned what Ziploc bags are upon going to school, and I'm pretty sure they wash their foil. (I'm not putting her down for conserving; it's just a bit much for me.)
What I do respect her for immensely is how does things right in giving the kids boundaries -- as does her husband. It can be hard. It's no fun having to be the hammer. But I see the results and I really admire her for them. I think she's made it possible for these kids to function in society -- to be employed, to be somebody's partner, to have a life that isn't a mess.
Looking back, my parents, who could be silly-strict on things some times, did the same, and I'm ultimately grateful for it. (I do still wish I'd been allowed to go to Rocky Horror in high school.)
I think Dr. Alan Kazdin, psychiatrist, psychologist, Yale prof, and the head of the Yale Parenting Institute, said this on my radio show -- that parents should be authority figures but not authoritarian. My parents went to far in the authoritarian direction, and I know having a dog is loads easier than having a kid, but I see how authority rather than authoritarianism works: Being firm, consistent, and immediate with punishment and rewards.
My puppy, Aida, a tiny Chinese Crested (a breed known for its stubbornness), was only born on May 11, 2013, and I can tell her to "Stay!" and she will stay -- for five minutes, even -- or until I signal her that it's okay to go.
(If only that worked with infant children!)








Good grief, I'm glad this woman finally reached her breaking point, but I'm stunned at how much she put up with before she reached it.
Her daughter brings home her boyfriend unannounced and just lets him move in without her permission, they take over her bathroom and bedroom. And all of which she accepts without complaint.
Given the amount of time grief she's willing to put up with, I'm wondering what how "fairly smoothly" their tenancy actually went.
Oh, well, at least she didn't let her daughter get away with, "It's not your [parking] spot." Or maybe she did.
Patrick at September 22, 2013 12:49 AM
Well if you read the end of the article it says she kinda misses the boyfriend (and has thought about texting him) and she REALLY misses her daughter. (They moved out once college began again).
I dunno my mom is like this. I had no boundaries at all, ever.
I never did/do any of the things the Princess did above. But I think it's just inherent to my personality.
Ppen at September 22, 2013 3:45 AM
Boundaries exist so everyone can exist peacefully under one roof. But there's always one that will try and push the envelope. We teach people how to treat us, so if you're willing to allow the bad behavior to continue, then you have no one to blame but yourself.
My oldest daughter thinks she's an entitled princess. Last December, right before Christmas, she moved home with her two boys (5 and 2) and I informed her of what the rules would be (not much different from when she was living at home as a kid) and expected to fully enforce them, because with her,every loop hole has to be closed - she will try to exploit any perceived weakness. A few days later, my youngest daughter moved home with her dog. By the way, I have a 3 bedroom townhouse. I knew it wasn't going to work when my oldest daughter asked if she could move her cat in. When I said no, she was upset, and didn't understand why her sister got to bring a dog and she couldn't bring her cat. Um, hello, you brought two kids! Anyway, I kicked her out the beginning of March. She couldn't live by the rules, was lazy, left hers and her kids' mess all over my house, didn't think she should have to do anything because she worked 40 hours a week, wanted everyone else to take care of the kids, the list goes on! I was ready to kick her out at the end of the second week. The only reason I let her stay that long was the kids. Love her, love the kids, but hate living with her, and I refuse to have my peaceful life disrupted by her rude, self-centered behavior.
sara at September 22, 2013 6:35 AM
Sara, it must have been difficult with the children involved, but good for you for sticking to your guns.
Ppen, I did read the article, including the joke at the end where she thought about texting the boyfriend.
I'm just still stunned that she was this much of a doormat for this long. And she indicates that she knew this all long, that she was being a doormat, because she takes to list the various things that her daughter was doing...but then doesn't bother to object. I just kept thinking, its your apartment. How much are you going to put up with?
He brings to mind a roommate I had in college. I once made the mistake of letting him use my personal care products -- shower gel, shampoo, conditioner, razor, etc. -- once at the beginning of the school year because he arrived to the room late, didn't have his own and it was too late to go out and buy some.
This quickly evolved into a daily routine. He would simply wake up in the morning, go to my wardrobe and help himself.
I told him that now that he has his own personal care, that needed to stop. He said I was being ridiculous, and he would even start screaming at me. I tried leaving a note on my wardrobe, advising him to stay out of it. Finally, I had to lock them up. It was a bit of a hassle to have to do it, but it was the only way that actually worked.
Patrick at September 22, 2013 6:50 AM
I can't believe how much this woman tolerated, and for how long. Boyfriend woud never had been allowed to move in, and if my daughter had him camped there too often or had behaved as described above, I would have bounced her out on her ear in a week. Heck, just telling me MY garage was not my parking spot would have had me packing her bags.
Boyfriend called this woman "dog" because she was allowing herself to be treated like one. Any child of mine that I was putting through college or helping to put through college would have a full-time job in the summer months, not be lounging around watching TV and making messes all day in my home.
Lizzie at September 22, 2013 8:02 AM
I'm all for personal responsibility, and yes, the woman did allow herself to be a doormat. She should also take part of the blame for bringing her daughter up with too much freedom, and not enough responsibilities.
However.
Boundaries or no, her disrespect for her mother seems an inherent part of her personality. I doubt that any boundaries, limits, punishments or rewards would change them. It also seems to me that if she is willing to take advantage of her mother in this fashion, she will do it to anyone.
As a child, my parents had virtually NO boundaries. I was allowed to do whatever I wanted, as long I was safe and did not endanger myself or others. I did have rules, and they were enforced, but my parents were permissive in the extreme.
Staying out till midnight at 13 yrs old like the youth of today, for example, was never even thought of, much less tolerated. I was spoiled within an inch of my life, having to only ask for something or some amount of cash, and it was granted. Perks of being raised as an only child, I guess.
I still would never dream of treating my parents the way this girl treated her mother. It would occur to me in the same breath as kidnapping the Queen. This speaks of an inherent attitude of entitlement; taking this sort of advantage of her mother is not something taught, it is something in her personality.
It should be slapped out of her, college age or no.
wtf at September 22, 2013 8:35 AM
I think this is the daughter's revenge on Mommy's zipping off to her "other home" in Mexico and dumping the kid with dad over the years. Gille has a book coming out, too. More to this story than this NYT piece. These essays typically aren't really very true.
KateC at September 22, 2013 10:08 AM
After 9 months I told my wife that I was not going to be in the same house at Christmas (several months away) w/my step-daughter and her 2 boys. It had been an awful experience.
My simple answer to all of the "but ..." questions was that it would be easier for me to find a new home than to make our current one work for me.
From then on my life was easier and the wife worked things out for her daughter/kids.
Bob in Texas at September 22, 2013 12:28 PM
While I find the treatment of the mother deplorable, I don't think the boyfriend was insulting the mother when he called her "dog." Some people use dog as a really stupid alternative to "pal" or "buddy."
K at September 22, 2013 12:57 PM
She writes further on that when she want away for a few days-
"The boyfriend, of course, had moved into the apartment the moment I left. The garbage, compost and recycling were overflowing, but the two of them had bought me flowers and filled the refrigerator with bottles of my favorite green tea. When I gave my daughter a teary hug, the boyfriend threw his arms around both of us. "
'Of course'? Of course? She expects and accepts them pulling crap behind her back, and will let it slide because they bought her flowers and tea. There is no change, no understanding on the daughter's part at all, if she let her boyfriend back in because her mother wasn't home, and they let garbage pile up. That daughter would not be allowed in my house for more than a visit (I wouldn't raise one to act like that in the first place though!).
crella at September 22, 2013 2:35 PM
Amy Alkon
https://www.advicegoddess.com/archives/2013/09/raise-a-princes.html#comment-3930657">comment from KSome people use dog as a really stupid alternative to "pal" or "buddy."
Not with the girlfriend's mother.
Gregg calls my mother "Mrs. Alkon."
I called his mother "Rose" because she told me she preferred that.
Amy Alkon
at September 22, 2013 3:13 PM
I never said it was right. Quite frankly, if I hear anybody refer to anybody as "dog" I automatically question you their intelligence. I just don't think he meant to insult her with the nickname. I think it's insulting that he would be that disrespectful, but that's something else.
K at September 22, 2013 3:23 PM
Yes, "dog" is a term for "pal," "buddy," "homie." I've never heard anyone address a woman that way. And I wouldn't, only because "dog" might mean friend, but calling a woman a "dog" means she's ugly. And "bitch" needs no explanation.
In any case, the term should only be directed to someone in your peer group. To direct it to someone who's old enough to be your parent seems weird.
Maybe some parents -- the kind who want to be their kids' buddies -- would like it, but I would feel weird addressing my parents that way.
Patrick at September 22, 2013 4:53 PM
Amy Alkon
https://www.advicegoddess.com/archives/2013/09/raise-a-princes.html#comment-3930848">comment from PatrickIf somebody called my mother "dog" or "homey," I think her jaw would crack pavement.
Amy Alkon
at September 22, 2013 5:33 PM
Crella has a valid point. The author is accepting and expecting this kind of underhanded crap while she's gone.
Had my adult-aged child done this to me, they'd both be looking for a new place to live.
Patrick at September 22, 2013 6:05 PM
What still floors me even more than the "dog" address...though that made my jaw drop...was this kid telling her mother that her parking space in her garage is not hers. Say what? I would have picked up the daughter's laptop they were watching their movie on, tossed it out the window, and told the kid she had no right to be upset since "it's not your laptop." The gall of this pair is off the charts.
Lizzie at September 22, 2013 6:17 PM
I also wonder how on earth this mother ever thinks that her daughter can form a stable, functional relationship. The mother set up a situation in which the kids didn't have to fight about who would unclog the shower drain, clean up the dishes, buy groceries, and how to pay the bills. They had all the perks of living together with none of the drawbacks.
Not sure how Princess could be anything but a nightmare of a wife.
bridget at September 22, 2013 6:46 PM
Sidewalks get stepped on.
MarkD at September 23, 2013 4:13 AM
I also have a daughter that is a little manipulative.
Bad manners are not tolerated though, and when she gets to be more than I can handle, she is gome.
I can tell you how it happens though. As a parent, you find you can tolerate only so many pitched battles before your quality of life is destroyed.
When you have a strong willed child, who pushes the envelope on behavior, every day can become bunker hill. In order not to destroy your own peace of mind, you overlook small stuff, which unfortunately then balloons into big stuff, which you have to address.
This can happen with a spouse too. If you address every little problem as it comes up, you are a nag and a shrew, and if you dont draw the line somewhere, the little problems snowball into big ones.
Isab at September 23, 2013 7:12 AM
My parents went to far in the authoritarian direction, and I know having a dog is loads easier than having a kid, but I see how authority rather than authoritarianism works: Being firm, consistent, and immediate with punishment and rewards.
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The middle ground, according to Dr. John Rosemond, is "authoritative." (That's the ground he prefers.) The other extreme is "permissive," or, as he calls it, "wimpy."
However, for most of Rosemond's enemies (all of whom are disturbingly vague as to what they don't like about his books) the idea that kids should revolve around their parents, not the other way around, or that "wonderful relationships" (i.e., friendships based on equality) can wait until the kids have left home for good is somehow draconian/authoritarian.
lenona at September 23, 2013 8:50 AM
Oh, and regarding "being firm, consistent, and immediate with punishment and rewards": Rosemond's said that while immediate punishments, when possible, are necessary for kids under 3, because of their short memories, once they're older than that, it's OK to delay a punishment, since often, it's impossible NOT to delay it.
With a toddler, it's like punishing a dog - even a few seconds later, the dog won't know what it's being punished for.
lenona at September 23, 2013 8:54 AM
I skipped all the comments to write this. I understand bad parenting, but c'mon - the daughter and BF are assholes. I can't imagine having that little self-respect - all 3 of them.
DaveG at September 23, 2013 9:46 AM
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