I'm standing by for the inevitable shitstorm this will create, but regardless:
Part II of: My Crappy Parenting < Your Crappy Parenting
I wish this were a followup to the first part, an update of where that story has gone, but sadly, all I can tell you is that the guy didn't show for court, a warrant was issued, but I don't think anyone's going to make a big fuss about finding him because it was a misdemeanor anyway.
No, this is a different parent I'm getting judgy about. But again I'll preface it by reminding you that I am, by all accounts, inadequate myself. However lacking I may be, there sometimes occurs crappy parenting that seeps over into my home that causes me to pause and reflect. THIS was just another one of those times.
After the first of the year I got around to taking down the Christmas decorations. The tree was last, as I dreaded dealing once again with the partially non-functioning lighted artificial tree that I'd sweet talked into lighting up after Thanksgiving. I grouched about it giving us ONE MORE YEAR but swore that this would be its final holiday as, while it did serve us proudly over the years, it's a little short for our ceilings and needs desperately to be replaced with a taller version. As I approached removing the decorations I prepped for organization. Ornaments get sorted by color, glitter ornaments alone in a zip lock bag to keep from fairy dusting everything else in the box, and a separate place for all the homemade ornaments that the kids have made and brought home from school.
As I sifted through the kids' creations I noticed one that had made it to the tree without my prior after-school inspection. It was a wish list written on a scroll made out of a thread spool painted red, tied with a ribbon and had a scrap of tape attached with a name on it. The name didn't belong to my kids. Even if no name was attached, the items made it evident none of my kids wrote this list to Santa. It contained camo, five firearms, a crossbow, and ammo. What it did NOT contain was ANY TOYS. No Legos, not a bike, no electronics, and none of the guns were of the NERF variety. The firearms were specific:
505 - A gun recommended to take down water buffalos and elephants
20 Gauge Shotgun
12 Gauge Shotgun
This is what a SEVEN YEAR OLD put pencil to paper at school to ask SANTA to bring him.
OK. So now that we have digested that. This is where I say my crappy parenting is not as bad as your crappy parenting. This kid's mom is missing the point. In a big way. When your kid's Santa list contains NO toys, you have failed a little as a parent. I'm sorry. I'm not anti gun, I'm not anti hunting. I'm not beating a path to the Principal's office to have this kid hauled off to jail or counseling. I AM concerned that THIS kid at 12 is going to be someone to have a conversation about due to his obvious obsession with firearms should a variable get thrown in, like any instability at home, or raging teenager hormones or an anger problem....so don't think I'm taking my eye off him any time soon. In the meantime, my kid is not allowed to go play at this kid's house. The only salvageable thing I can think to pull out of this is A) at least he was asking Santa
for this stuff, so she's not COMPLETELY a monster to me, and B) he's my son's friend, so I am hopeful for the time that they spend together because I know that my kid has redirected him as to the acceptable rules of the school. I'm incredibly proud of both of them for that.
Now let the political finger pointing begin....I'm sure. But before that happens, I'll let you in on what I was doing at 8 years old. At 8 years old I was writing a cease and desist letter to the local newspaper demanding that they immediately stop making fun of President Reagan via political cartoons (which I had recently discovered at that time and was appalled and disgusted about) or I would PERSONALLY tell him what they were saying about him and they would be in BIG TIME TROUBLE WITH THE WHITE HOUSE.
And wouldn't you know? The newspaper did NOT stop. Instead, they just printed my letter in the opinion section. My Grandpa was super proud. He cut that out and beamed at me and read it over and over again. Those ay-holes.
I wrote that because I was taught that we had to respect the Office of the President, and by virtue, The President. That you were not to say bad things about The President. Granted, this may have been presented in the way that less "Freedom of Speech" countries operate, as in "do not speak ill of the President, lest they come lop off your lips"....or I may have just interpreted it that way. Nonetheless I had a healthy respect for him and behaved as such. It translated and trickled down into RESPECT FOR OTHER ADULTS.
So I look around now and I see so many of the same people who say things like "Kids these days have no respect for adults and just need a spanking" are the same ones who are saying things IN FRONT OF THEIR KIDS wishing a range of outcomes from impeachment to death upon the leader of the free world. I know this to be true because my kids are coming home from school with furrowed brows asking who I voted for and then relaying that "Little Johnny says Obama's a jerkface because he's making it so nobody can afford insurance and he should go back to Africa."
I understand that people are polarized by politics. Everyone is entitled to their opinions. Everyone should educate themselves and their families about what's best for them. It's not okay, however, to have age inappropriate conversations with and around your children that ultimately, whether you like it or not, is teaching them to behave disrespectfully. The rest of us are trying to do the best we can and would appreciate you not screwing your kids up in that process because whether you believe me or not, I care about your kid too. And, well....Roswell happened yesterday. And other schools before Roswell, and realistically, other schools will happen after Roswell. So I get to have an opinion about this. That's why your kid's ornament is in my garbage. A move that normally would never happen at my house...where misplaced homework always gets returned to owner. Not this time. Sorry.