Kids have difficulty focusing if they are hungry.
Absolutely this! I remember being completely focused on lunchtime and figuring out what spoils I could bring home to trade with my two sisters when we all got back. My little brother wasn’t in school yet, so he’d just sit there with those goofy puppy dog eyes. My sisters always pushed him off on me with that 'man of the house' nonsense they picked up somewhere. Damn sure wasn't from me.
I didn’t mind sharing with him—I actually loved it. He appreciated the flavors as much as I did and always listened intently to my stories. I’d go on and on about how I got it, what it was called, and every little detail, and he’d sit there smacking his lips, licking his fingers, and practically anything else that came into contact with the food. Besides, they, my sisters, always had a solid argument: 'He’s been at the neighbor’s house eating all day, so he doesn’t need anything.' That’s why I declared war on their Barbies! (Note: gifted to them from neighbors).
Anyway, my kids have no idea what it’s like to go without food, and honestly, they’re all spoiled. Their biggest complaint is usually about whose turn it is to load the dishwasher. They’re total homebodies, go to work/school, come home, and spend hours on their computers playing video games. My wife and I are pushing them to aim for higher education, but it’s frustrating, to say the least. They’re approaching the two-year deadline we set to figure out what they want to do with their lives. Our rule is simple: if you’re on a viable path and working to improve your future, you can stay beyond those two years. But if you’re not showing any progress, I’ll be handing out eviction notices. It’s not something I want to do because I’d much rather they leave with stability and avoid falling into the debt trap, but they need to take responsibility for their lives. They can always come back if they at least gave it an effort. I'm hoping that if they don't listen to me, they'll listen to the world, then be open to listening to me.
I have to admit, I think a lot of their issues are my fault. I haven’t exactly been the best father. Being flawed myself—growing up without a dad, hanging around the wrong crowd, and only getting my life together in my 30s, it would be of no surprise I’ve fallen short in some ways.