Sending My Kids to the 70s



If I didn’t have it in 1977, you won’t be allowed it in 2012…

My children believe that there is no place worse than the 1970s.  When their father and I tell them stories of our youth they look at us with a mixture of bemusement and pity, but mostly what I see in their faces is relief that this a world they will never inhabit. When they ask us why we participated in what now seem like tedious activities, the answer, which they now chime in chorus is, “because there was nothing else to do.”

Other than their healthy dose of sarcasm about my childhood, most of the time I have great kids. But they are kids and sometimes I enforce consequences for their actions.  I do this by sending them to the one place they fear the most, I send them to the 1970s.  In our house the 1970s is the big gun, the punishment for having committed a major transgression and it turns out they don’t need too many intertemporal trips before they get the message.

I know that some parents are not big believers in punishment, but let me just say that I am. They argue that there is value in discussing misdeeds, reasoning with your children, and showing them your point of view. All valid arguments and I couldn’t agree more. Yet sometimes children are beyond reason and time away is best for both parent and child. When they go out into the world there will be repercussions for misdeeds and I think it my job to teach them this at home.

And if your kids are anything like mine, they know exactly what they did wrong and why.  They know the rules of our house but at one particular time, most likely in a moment of impulse, they decided not to obey them.  I get that decision,  I was a kid once too, and while I would hope against hope that I wouldn’t get caught, discipline has its place.  I have tried talking and then I have tried punishment and, not surprisingly, consequences work best.

Sending my children back in time became a form of punishment when it became clear that sending them anyplace else wasn’t working.  The earliest consequence for my tiny kids was, Go to the corner!  I think it was a throwback to my elementary school years when teachers invoked this penance for talking too much in class.  I was a regular visitor to the corner (facing the wall, back to the class, standing upright) and often all four corners were occupied.  Once the corners were filled, I would be relieved of my dreaded post by the newest transgressor. So off to the corner I sent my kids only to find them lying on the floor, legs up the wall, daydreaming or reading a book they had grabbed on the way.  Hmmm, needed stronger stuff.

As they got older I tried, Go to your room!–with cell phone and laptop, or even just books and toys, their room was not a place they dreaded and when I would shout to them that they could come out, they would scream back, “That’s okay Mom, I think I will just stay here.”

So I pulled out the final weapon in my arsenal, the most dreaded punishment of my youth, You are grounded! The result? See above. In world filled with communications devices they did not fear the four walls of our home any more than the four walls of their bedroom.  Kids of my children’s age seem to like their homes and the company of their parents far better than our generation ever did and being trapped with us was perhaps an annoyance, but far from a disaster.  A good grounding just isn’t what it used to be.

My failed attempts at getting their attention with any sort of meaningful punishment were put right when, in response to yet another tiresome tale of our childhood, my youngest son said, “I would hate to have been a kid then.”  Oh my little boy…the answer lay right in front of me.

I am not a big believer in surprise punishment, if for no better reason than kids should find us predictable and stable and any deterrent effect is entirely lost if they don’t know what’s coming. So I laid it out for them.  If you violate any of the major rules of our family  (eg lying, cruel behavior, disrespect, getting in a car with a friend on a learner’s license…you get the idea) you will go back to the 1970s.

If I didn’t have it in 1977, you won’t be allowed it in 2012. Network television, enjoy. Landline telephone–you know that strange ringing thing you have never touched–you might want to figure out how it works.  We had a microwave oven in 1977,  but I am pretty sure Bagel Bites and Hot Pockets had not been invented.  Maybe you should grab an apple.

And there are a few, just a few things that will be off limits…cell phone, computer, DVD, GPS (get out a map, kid), iPod, Xbox, iPad, Kindle, Cable TV and here is the clincher in my family, ESPN.  Yes, boys, sports were on the network,  on the weekend and they were only broadcast once.  I make exceptions for air bags, anti-locking brakes and shoulder harnesses–parental prerogative. My kids have not enjoyed their trips back in time. Although every child seems to have a fantasy about time travel, my kids hate it.  However, at least in our family, no better punishment was ever dreamed up.

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23 Responses to Sending My Kids to the 70s

  1. happyoutlook says:


  2. janfanakapan says:

    Great idea. I used to punish my children in a similar manner, only I called it ‘vacation.’ We would drive across two provinces to stay at a cabin on the beach. No TV, no internet, no phone for often up to two weeks! When they were young they loved it, when they hit puberty – not so much.

  3. We never were big on punishment in the traditional sense – but for our son, any limitation on television was always a real problem for him. There were many months during high school when there was no TV from Sunday through Thursday, and it was torture for him.

  4. I use to think..send me to MY room, as the mother not the child.

  5. I know exactly what you mean! So well said.

  6. Sandra kent says:

    Best punishment, take away the TV and Video Games. We called it the double whammy. They started getting the shakes, where’s the clicker? But do you know they actually picked up a book.

  7. Teresa Cleveland Wendel says:


  8. absolutely perfect – as always!

  9. This piece is truly hilarious–and all too true. I guess we all have our own devious punishments–and doesn’t the 70s seem to feature in lots of them??

  10. S. J. Oakes says:

    Great idea and well expressed. Sometimes I’m tempted to turn off the wifi, which would silence most of the iPods and allow the kids to hear me the first time I shouted something at them. Yes, the more I think about it. Is it too late to become Amish?

    • Tried setting their computers so that they went off at 9:00. Parental settings…they just changed the time on their computers. Don’t think we can outsmart them technologically. Thanks for reading and commenting!

  11. perfect – what a great system you devised – and it is also lol funny if you are not the one being punished – I remember 1977 vividly and we did not think things were so bad back then, did we?

  12. rozplus4 says:

    OMG … I roared! I had to read it to John – my boyfriend – each of our children have cell phones (youngest one insisted on a Blackberry so her dad, my ex, bought it for her – trying to be “the better parent”), satellite dish, etc … your whole post, I can sadly relate to … I’m from the 70’s .. and I loved your picture!
    Thank you for this post – it sure did make me laugh …

  13. D. Bell says:

    I think getting a rotary phone would drive them insane. With NO call waiting!

  14. *~* J *~* says:

    That is amazing! I love it!

  15. doyourjob says:

    I love new and creative ways of torturing my children. My family is just nicer when we unplug for a while. Love the post – great job

  16. Loved this! Just got back from high school reunion 1974:)


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