Hi B.,
My children are grown now, but when we moved to Houston in 1972 they were 9 and 12. We lived there for 20 years. During that time their neighborhood friends would come to our house all the time. My husband baked cookies and we had GALLONS of milk that these kids went through. We had a swimming pool, TV and fairly laid back attitude with all of them so our house was the designated meeting place.
I told them what our rules were. That they would be not allowed to do anything harmful to one another; to use hateful or racist language toward one another; to do anything destructive to my or any of the kids belongings; no running around the pool; no dunking each other. As they were older, no smoking (anything) no drinking, no sex...
When a kid misbehaved I told him (or her) that he was on restriction. He would have to sit
for 10 minutes ( I turned on the timer) and at the end of the time had to apologize to me (for breaking my rules) and to the offended child (my own or one of the neighborhood kids). My own kids got the same treatment.
If the offending kid did not then comply, I told him he would have to be on a serious restriction and he would not be allowed to come back to my house for one day (ie.e " you can not come back tomorrow. You may come back day after tomorrow if you are willing to apologize (to me & the offended one) and agree to follow the rules of my home.")
By the time they were teenagers most of the kids knew the rules and complied. But I had one kid who was particularly difficult. He would scream at me. Once he used the hot water spray hose at the kitchen sink to spray my daughte with scalding watrer, He had a week's restriction. When he was 15 he became so violently angry that he rammed his fist through my wall. Two weeks restriction, apologies and he had to help me repair the wall.
The only control or authority I had over those kids (they called themselves "The Gang" there were 7 boys and three girls) was my firm voice of authority, equal treatment of all the kids, the timer, my consistency in enforcing my rules.... and listening to them when they apologized. I would ask them, "Why did you do that?" and I would ask them how else they might have resolved the dispute... most of them did not have a clue... so I would make suggestions about how else they could have handled the problem. Often I would ask them, "IF you did that in your home, what would your mom or dad do?"
It was an eye opener to me to learn about the excessive use of corporal punishment in those homes; the lack of communication the kids had with their own parents; or the lack of RULES. In some cases I thought the parents just were too lazy to work with their kids. When they did something that got on the parents nerves the parents turned on them in their own anger. Some of the "nice" or "lovely" parents were just not paying any attention to their kids.
Only once did I discuss the kids' infractions with their parents and that was the time Paul ran his fist throug the wall. I went to the mother and told her what Paul had done ( I made him go with me back to his house) and that I was putting him on restriciton.
She said that wouldn't do any good because he was just a bad kid. That the school had
called him a psychopath and had expelled him that week from school.
I convinced her that the school had no one qualified to diagnose him as a psychopath; that she and I should go to the school and insist that they re-enroll him; we did and they did; I convinced her to contact her church for a counselor to work with her, her husband and Paul. She did that. I worked harder with Paul.
When Paul became an adult he came out here to Coarsegold, California to visit me. He told me about the unhealthy activities that occured at his home on a regular basis and that he thought our family was the only "normal" one he had ever known. He thanked me for
"believing" in him. We are still friends.
You can have unbelievable influence on those other kids, B.. You set your rules, be certain you rules are fair and fairly enforced, but consistently ENFORCED. The kids will test you to see if you really mean what you say and what you will do. They will respect you.... and you will be helping to raise some decent adults.
Much love to you
Merylyn (aka M... my daughter Eileen's pet name. She put me on thie Momma Source list