Parental Emotions
I can’t read this site anymore. And it’s not like I’ve been an avid reader, I simply stumbled on it and was thoroughly disgusted in just a few minutes.
I understand its done for humorous reasons. I understand that we need to take note of how not to do it, even in extreme cases. But I can’t fathom parents with small children who would like to read this content.
Just reading about some drunk loser beating their 4 year old with a stick while leaving them in the care of their even younger sibling…it makes me upset, sad, and distressed. Maybe I just feel too much. This is supposed to be cool, right? “Hey, look at this ridiculous story!”
Until you’ve actually, you know, parented and then the thing looks like a horror show.
Last night I was channel surfing at some godawful time of the morning and came across one of those “Craziest Crooks And Amazing Chases” police videos. Some insane asshole was dangling his 1–year old son out of a two-story window by just his ankle. Asking for—no, demanding—a beer.
May the shanks in prison be very sharp for that fucker.
I’ve also noticed that Annie has become, for lack of a better term, “self aware.” You know how the machines in Terminator freaked out once they realized what they were doing, where they were, and what they were capable of? Well, at 3 years old, Annie has arrived. She can hold conversations, she can plot schemes, she can try to get away with things. The days of yore, the ones where you could just give her a toy or read her a book and she’d be amazingly happy…those days are gone.
She wants what is yours. She wants to watch a movie. No, Spongebob. No, she wants to color. But she doesn’t want Abby to play with her. She makes it a point to hit Abby and be rough with her at any point in which we aren’t looking. It makes discipline tough, if not bordering on impossible. Annie, my sweet and wonderful daughter, has found a new pasttime: Pushing boundaries.
Apparrently it’s a disease that strikes every child around this age. But that doesn’t make it any easier to manage. I don’t like giving spankings any more than the next parent (unless of course, that parent is Behaving Badly), but damn, where’s Supernanny when you need her? Some days I feel like it starts off so great—with hugs and kisses and stories, and ends with kids screaming and parents threatening and crying thanks to a spanking or a toy being taken away from them.
I think today’s lesson is that parenting is weird and hard.
Anecdote Time
I just got off the phone with the little girl in question. She had fell awkwardly and hurt her rear end. She was still a little sniffly as she spoke to me on the phone:
“Daddy, I hurt my butt!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry baby.”
She sniffled. “Daddy, will you come home and kiss my butt?”
It was all I can do not to start laughing. Then I think about the multiple meanings of that question and crack up even further. What do you think I told her?
See you next week.
She’s sixty-eight, but she says she’s twenty-four
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
3 Comments:
So are you planning on kissing her butt?
Och, I really wish I hadn't seen the link to the Bad Parenting page.
For some reason, I can't turn my eyes away from things like that. I look at CNN ocassionally, to try to keep up on a minimum of current events, but it seems like there's always some story about parental neglect or abuse. And I just can't keep myself from reading it. This almost always ends up with me crying and calling the parent in question an asshole motherfucker or some other combination of words.
Which can never come close to describing the monster they are.
I know that people like this exist in the world, though I don't understand them. I feel guilty if I spank my kids or yell at them too loudly. I can't imagine doing worse.
The old adage is that you cannot stare into the abyss without the abyss staring back at you. I find that so often true as we turn a blind eye to the horrors that are found all over the world, we are escaping the knowledge and responsilbility that comes with such observations. Looking aside is a form of escapism, where the truth cannot be realized within oneself without some sort of suffering involved.
A case of equivalent exchange - In knowing that a problem or injustice exists obligates the observer do something about it. Often times removed from the situation, it is hard for one to actually do something about it, isn't it? Simply knowing you would never commit such acts of desperate violence is doing something about the root problem.
Quite simply, it's letting nature do the work.
The sarcasm in the website is not lost on me, however, it is in very bad taste. The worst comedians have to use such topics to derive shock value in hopes to giving their jokes something more substantial.
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