I’m a firm believer in honesty. I feel like if more people were honest with themselves it would be easier for society to have NONJUDGEMENTAL open communication about the things that really plague us. Today, like most days, I’d like to be honest and share my thoughts with the public. It is HARD being a parent. I know some may be thinking, no sh-t Sherlock! No matter if you are single or co-parenting with a spouse, relative or close friend -the bottom line is it is hard to dedicate the majority of your life to securing another’s safety, finances, health (mental and physical), happiness and more.
The thing is, the truly devastating and overwhelming part for me isn’t what if I can’t do this, but what if I successfully do this and this little ingrate still becomes a high school dropout, meth head prostitute who abandons her own bastard children for the sake of the next high? I mean you get what I’m saying; it could be any circumstance that doesn’t fall into my perfect vision for her perfect life. It’s the unknown. When your baby holds your finger for the first time and cracks a smile while sleeping so peacefully, you don’t know what they’ll be bringing to your life.
By default you think they will be bringing all the wonders of heaven because at that time they are pure and beautiful and can’t talk. Then they grow and you start noticing mischievous behaviors that someone has come up with clever dismissive labels like “terrible twos” to ease your anxiety and to reassure you that you are not raising Satan’s spawn. But how do you really know? As the saying goes, hindsight is always 20/20. I’m sure plenty of parents saw signs early on of what their child was to become.
The family in Ohio who recently returned their son to Child Welfare Services may be responsible for a paradigm shift in parenting. They acted BEFORE it was too late. Before children were murdered in their first grade class, before another high school was being featured on the news for a fatal school shooting, before parents lay dead from stab wounds to the chest because they said he couldn’t have the new XBOX for Christmas, before someone could ask where are the parents, these parents spoke up! They said he has shown signs that scare us and others. We fear for our safety when dealing with our 9-year-old son. We don’t know how to help him and rather than risk having blood on our hands, we want to be proactive.
Children today play games like knock out for fun. Not even the new Grand Theft Auto can fulfill their quest for blood. They are seeking the real thing. It is a reality. Why are kids crazier now than before? Who knows! Is it the media? Is it the music? Is it passive parenting? Maybe. No one can say for sure. However, if you are being honest, and nonjudgmental, then you should be grateful that this family had the courage to speak up. I don’t recommend we all go returning our kids to Child Welfare Services during the rebellious years, because as a parent it’s our duty to love even the meth head, prostitute daughter. Nevertheless, if I ever fear for my life, my daughter will have to go. The only difference is it won’t be a surprise to her because she knows that already as we have these discussions on a regular basis.
As I stated early, be honest with yourself.