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That is a bit extreme, Yosemite, but consider some parents who took it to the opposite extreme:
The only child of a very wealthy couple enrolled in my school in 9th grade. His 8th grade transcript was so horrendous that I phoned the out-of-district elementary school in order to determine if he had actually graduated from 8th grade. When they verified that they had given him a diploma, I gave the boy a stern warning that he had to change his ways if he was going to succeed in high school. Mommy Dearest looked on without commenting or supporting my statements.
For the next 4 years, he failed at least one course every year, and barely passed everything else–despite having decent academic ability. In total, he spent more time in my office than any 5 students, combined. The problem with his lack of performance was that his parents continually showered him with every conceivable material object that a kid might want, and their gifting was unabated no matter how poor his grades were.
When he was 16 1/2, I called his parents into my office and informed them that they were at a crossroad, so to speak. Because Sonny would soon want to drive, I advised them to not give him a car unless and until his grades improved. Mother’s response was, “But I already ordered the BMW!”
Not skipping a beat, I then turned to father and asked, “Doesn’t your shipping company have warehouse facilities?” He proudly expounded on the size and scope of his facility.
So, I gave them the solution. Take delivery of the Bimmer, park it in the warehouse, and take Sonny there periodically to view it. Have Sonny sign a behavioral contract stating how many hours per week he could drive with somewhat improved grades, how many hours per week with greatly improved grades, how many hours per week if he achieved honor roll status, etc. And, I mentioned that the car keys should remain in the business’s safe until such time as Sonny began to produce the grades of which he was capable.
I assumed that they had implemented my suggestions, but then his grades stayed in the same valley as they had always been. A few months later, he missed school for a couple of days as a result of injuries in an auto accident. He had wrecked his brand-new 3-series while cutting school.
Yup! You guessed it. They had given him unrestricted access to the car, despite still producing pizz-poor grades.
So, I summoned the parents to my office once more, and tried to impress upon them that they needed to keep him walking and riding the school bus if he was ever to give them the grades that they wanted.
Mother’s response?
"I already ordered the replacement BMW."
At that point, I asked them to leave so that I could attend to other matters.
Some people are apparently beyond help.