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A Lesson in Parenting from the Awful Lady at the DMV

Recently, I had the unfortunate occasion to visit the Department of Motor Vehicles in Washington, D.C., to get my driver’s license.  I went late on a Friday afternoon, hoping to avoid a long wait.  I was almost successful.

There was a line when I walked in – of course, it wasn’t a line to actually get your driver’s license though.  It was a line to get a number that would then put you in line for a driver’s license.

After making it through phase one of the process, I took my number, sat down in what looked like an airport terminal, and waited as the automated voice called out number after number.  Boredom led to playing with my phone for a while, which eventually led to needing to go to the bathroom.  I should have known better.

When I came out of the bathroom, my number was on the electronic sign over one of the desks. I walked up, laid my application on the desk, and said, “Hi, that’s my number.”

The woman barely looked up and flatly said, “You didn’t come when you were called.  You have to get back in line.”

“Ma’am, my number is right up there, and I’m standing in front of you,” I said.  “I was just in the bathroom for about a minute.”

“You have to be here when your number is called,” she said, and then she pushed a button that made the next person’s number come up.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” I said.  “Does that mean I’m next in line?”

“No.  You have to go get back in line and get another number and wait to be called again.”

When I finally left the DMV with my sour-faced photo ID, I was simmering with both anger and discouragement.  I mean, what the first clerk did was incredibly rude, but it would have been a little easier to bear if she hadn’t been so callous about it.  No explanation, no sympathy, no regard for me as another person – it was almost like she took pleasure in shrugging me off.

Provoking Good Things

After I thought about it, I realized that I could easily become the same kind of person to my children.  Because unfortunately for them, a great deal of my job as a dad involves enforcing rules and declining to give them things that they want.

“Daddy, I want to sit in the front seat of the car.”

No.

“Daddy, I want to eat ice cream for dinner.”

No.

“Daddy, I want to sleep in bed with you and Mommy.”

Absolutely not.

Before I know it, I’m not only saying no, I’m saying it indifferently, and I’m saying it when it’s not even necessary.  My daughter wants the red cup instead of the yellow one; my other daughter wants me to hold her hand while she uses the bathroom; both of them want to change into their leotards – all of these requests I have brusquely denied for no good reason and with no explanation.  I’d better be careful.

The Scripture says, “Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord” (Eph. 6:4); and “Fathers, do not provoke your children, lest they become discouraged” (Col. 3:21).  Part of my job may be to tell them no, but if I develop a habit of doing it needlessly and reflexively, I could reap what I sow and one day end up with teenagers who needlessly and reflexively resist me in return.

I don’t want that.  I want to teach my children that while they do not always get what they want, they will still be treated with basic dignity in the meantime.  In doing so, I’ll be less likely to provoke them to discouragement and lay the groundwork for a relationship of mutual respect as we grow older together.

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4 Comments
  1. Thank you for sharing your reflections!

    I definitely do this a lot to my little brothers, and it’s something that the Lord has been convicting me about, too. When I think back to His abundant mercies towards me, all the reasons I use to withhold just about anything and everything from them show themselves to be pretty paltry and selfish. It’s more about me just not wanting to be bothered. Thank goodness that God has not ever showed me that attitude in kind.

    On a side note, I think it’s wonderful whenever God turns my complaints about other people around on me. It sure does sting when my behavior comes under the same scrutiny I put others under, but I know it’s all a part of God’s loving correction, and His shaping me into the image of Christ. It’s reassuring to know that He is at work!

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    July 22, 2014
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