Thought this is as good a thread as any to bring this up, might help some parents out there.
When I was growing up, my siblings and I were allowed to watch one show or one sporting event during the week (M-F). We were placed in after-school care (at the school I attended) until my Mom could pick us up between five and six. All of us played sports year round. We were not allowed to play outside until our homework was completed. My Mom, even though she worked all day, always cooked dinner, and while she cooked, we worked on our homework in the kitchen, so she could help us if we had problems. We also always had dinner at the table, as a family, absent of TV. My parents individually asked each of us what happened at school and what we learned. If we could not explain very well what we were learning or misused a word, my Dad would send us to the bookshelf to retrieve either the Encyclopedia or the Dictionary. The one question my Dad also asked almost every night was, "What are you reading?" He would then proceed to ask what the book was about and what point in the book we were at. At no period were we allowed to not be reading and making progress in a book of our own choosing (outside of a rigorous, private school curriculum). When we were punished, we were assigned research papers. Until the research paper was complete, graded, revised, and regraded by my Dad, we were grounded.
Life continued in this manner until high school. Each year of high school, the rules were eased a little more. By senior year, each of us was basically independent, so long as we did not get in trouble.
It was frustrating to grow up and know that my friends did not have such a rigorously demanding upbringing. At many times I was angry with my parents; however, as high school progressed, the anger faded away. The anger was converted to genuine gratitude about halfway through my Junior year when I began to apply to the Academies and it has continued to be gratitude throughout the rest of my adult life.