My folks were in the generation sandwiched between Korea & 'Nam - too young for one, too old for the other. And their parents came of age in the Depression. Which means that I grew up on a military base, feeling poor and wearing thrift shop/handmade clothes, eating home-cooked meals, riding a second-hand bike, and sharing a room with my siblings - while we were surrounded by the spawn of parents who were their best friends, gave them free reign and let them do/be/wear anything they wanted to do as long as it let them feel good about themselves. I remember being jealous that their parents stayed out of their business. Meanwhile, I had a father who doled out curfews, grounded us for poor grades or not pulling our weight, and assigned rotating chores - while our mom dogged us about courtesy, manners, dress, ad nauseum. Nothing was negotiable, they were the boss. They also got a lot of grief from their friends for their strict discipline, which was deemed "backward" and "old-fashioned" for the late 60s.
So I grew up thinking how harsh, grossly unjust and uncool they were, that they were cramping my style and individuality; I thought that way until about the time my friends started getting arrested, dropping out of school, doing drugs, getting drunked, stoned AND high all the time - then THEIR freaked-out parents began lamenting to my parents, remarking how well adjusted we were and how proud they must be - "How DID you do it?" I am grateful now for the "hard knocks," self-reliance and resilience they instilled in us. In rearing my own kids, I'm still facing the same fight
(yeah, my mom's "curse" - I got the kid that I was!), getting a lot of crap from my peers for limiting the amount of TV my kids watch, not buying them all the coolest toys and VGs, or letting my sons & daughters dress like slackers or prostitutes.
(No, instead, I buy my kids books and board games, and expect we sit down for dinner as a family every night at 1830 hours.) Ironically, my "I am going to give my kids everything my parents didn't give me" peers pretty much have their kids on drugs and elaborate "program" schedules to "help facilitate their success" and "enable their higher self esteem."
It ain't easy being "backward" and "old-fashioned," but it sure feels GOOD.
And I firmly believe that, like me with my parents, my kids will thank me some day for not taking the easy way out.