Skip to comments.How to Destroy A Boy in One Sentence
Posted on 07/31/2012 5:05:45 AM PDT by Trafalgar123
Walking home this morning, I saw a frizzy-haired mother with a lefty vibe and Savonarola expression. Her young son ran in front of her, chasing pigeons. I listened, awestruck, as she admonished him thusly: "In your next life, I hope you come back as a pigeon, so you know what that feels like." Confused, the boy said, "What?" She repeated her wisdom in sterner tones.
I'm dazzled by her genius at packing several soul-crushing blows into one sentence:
1) You're going to be reincarnated as punishment
2) Your mother eagerly awaits your eternal punishment
3) Walk robotically by my side at all times and make no impromptu moves
4) Birds don't like to fly
Now that I think about it, she looked like a teacher. She probably gets to do this to 30 kids all day long.
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Strange as it may seem, when I was quite young I asked mom why she liked the white meat on chicken better than the dark. She said it was because it is much juicier. I questioned her wisdom from that day forward.
You can only imagine how much I've questioned others...LOL
I hope this boy wakes up soon.
On the way to a family function, I dropped her off at Walmart (the entrance on the right side of the building). I thought I was making it easier for all of us by parking in a handicapped spot.
After 20 minutes of sitting in 100+ degree heat (windows open, of course), I pulled out my cell phone to ascertain exactly where in Hades she was. Turns out she had been waiting at the other entrance for at least 10 minutes, and she was not at all pleased about it.
I pulled up to the side, and she was assisted by an attendant in loading the few bags she had. She says it was eight, but you know how liberal are the cashiers are with the bags at Walmart.
After ragging on me for several minutes as to how inattentive I was (cars were blocking my view of the other entrance, and I was expecting her to come out of the original entrance), she launched into a mild tirade on our son, for not helping her load the bags in the car. I didn't think it was such a big thing, as we were in the fire lane, not the parking area.
I felt bad for my son, but I knew it was best to let sleeping dogs lie. Yesterday, we had a good discussion: when Mom's PO'ed, just stay quiet until the storm passes. No matter how "right" you are, you won't win.
The observer should have gone Sigismundo Malatesta on the hippie mom.
OMG. I would not let a child within a hundred miles of those neurotic creatures.
My work schedule allows me every other Monday off. Yesterday, my soon to be 2 YO grandson spent the day with me (and his 10YO uncle).
In the morning, we had a massive Nerf gunfight (breakfast was Lucky Charms & juice, and he ate just the marshmallows). Lunch was spent at Chick Fil A, and the boys spent an hour in the play area. That was followed by two hours at the local aquatics center.
He napped all of 15 minutes...after swimming. I had to wake the poor kid up, as his uncle had Taekwondo practice. He was dragging serious butt when his Mom picked him up.
That sounds very much like a family at our church. They have raised their children the same way and are quite arrogant about how much better their kids are than your kids. The father even slipped one time and complained about his kid having to share space with the other “drooling morons” in the church nursery.
The rest of us grow up to become hunters.
I have found hunters to be among the most GENUINELY tender and protective of the weak.
As opposed to the liberal progressive kind that turns off as soon as the camera does.
IMHO, this kind of parenting is child abuse.
That sounds very much like a family at our church. They have raised their children the same way and are quite arrogant about how much better their kids are than your kids. The father even slipped one time and complained about his kid having to share space with the other drooling morons in the church nursery
God gave us the “pimp smack” for people such as that. I’ve seen the same type, too. Few, but a couple nonetheless.
I have absolutely nothing to do with them.
A boy like this will often show up in my office twenty to forty years later, still a boy in many ways, with one form of inner turmoil or another. I see them all the time.
I will tell him I can help him, but that it will take a year and a half to three years of rather painful therapy, and that he’ll want to drop out many times along the way, BUT - that if he sticks it out I can guarantee he’ll walk out the man he always envied others for being.
And when they stick it out, they do. Just like clockwork. It almost doesn’t matter what we talk about, but we certainly don’t to talk much about the mother who quashed his spirit for her own needs years ago.
The therapy is nothing fancy, but needs to be informed by an understanding of the territory, and the basics of technique. Essentially, we talk about him, who he is, not who his mother wanted him to be. He gradually allows himself to enter the painful void at his core where his sense of worth ought to be - and would be if his mother hadn’t snuffed it out; an empty, lonely, fearful, angry pain so horrible that he has pathologically arranged his whole inner and outer life in an effort to avoid it.
And one day, like clockwork, in a year and a half to three years, for no apparent reason, the result of no clever interpretation or insight from me, he walks in completely changed - a man. He got it. He filled the void his mom left him with, and filled it with things important to him, not her. He walks in like a man. He holds himself like a man. He talks like a man. And it’s solid, unshakable and permanent, and we say our goodbyes like two men, with a solid handshake and a solid look in the eye.
That said, it turns out that every food my mom said was "healthy" is most pointedly NOT heathy, at least not in quantity (think fried meats and potatoes). And almost everything she called "junk food" is actually good for you.
I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
It was meant to be tongue in cheek.
I know (knew) people like them! ;-)
As long as Mr. and Mrs. America insist on sending their kids to them, this nation will continue to circle the drain.
Sounds like reasonable parenting to me. The mother was not wishing eternal damnation on her child, but making the point that if he thought about the pigeons, he wouldn’t WANT to behave that way.
BTW - I’ve told my grandkids that if they don’t stop climbing into the dishwasher, I’ll chain them outside and let the coyotes eat them.
Guess I’ve gone from being a horrible failure as a Dad to being a horrible failure as a Granddad.
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