I am asking all of my friends who happen to be parents, or who will soon be parents, or even those of you who will be parents sometime in the hazy future to take this pledge with me: "We, the parents, pledge and promise to be the SANE ones. Though our children may strive to drive us crazy, and though we may love our children past reason, we will, when called upon to react to their errant behavior, remain sane."
Really, that's all I'm asking. My mother-in-law works for a school and the stories she tells of parents making excuses for their children, demanding their child get a free pass because they are so special, threatening law suits over a conspiracy against their child when their child skipped a field trip are ridiculous. But, the lady on the news this morning tops them all.
And I am begging all of you who are or will be parents, please, please never be THIS insane.
Yesterday, for the second day in a row, a Grand Rapids school was closed early because of a student bringing a gun to school. The first day a student fired a gun outside the school. The second day a kid got caught with a sawed off shot gun and shells in his pants. It's the second one I want to address.
His mother is all over the news today saying she doesn't know where her son got this incredibly illegal weapon, but she says he thought he needed it because someone had taken his money and his sunglasses earlier.
What?!? Maybe if you'd said someone had threatened his life I would buy it, but someone takes his stuff, so he decides, "I'll bring a gun, that'll show them." Then she goes on to say that she hopes the school district will clear his record, because he's innocent and he made a mistake and he's young and blah blah blah. Are you kidding me?
He brought a deadly and illegal weapon to school, a day after there had been a shooting. I don't care what the "reasons" were, this is the time to teach your child, "Well, Johnny, there are consequences when you bring an illegal lethal weapon to school." I mean, am I alone in this?
My mom's favorite "game" while we were growing up was Suffer the Consequences. Which meant, when we did stupid stuff, whatever unpleasant things followed we had to face them. We ought to bring that game back. I'm teaching my son how to play. Won't you join me?