The man who is a murderer, a serial killer or a rapist, has a mother and dad somewhere. I have thought of that for years. Ever since I heard a good speaker, Gene Rice, make the following statement:
That long haired hippy drug user takes on a different look, when he sits across from you at the breakfast table.
The young man or woman who ‘comes out’ in a world where some folks think they should be shot. He (or she) has a family. A family that I hope still loves them.
I have said many times, my sons could never do anything that would cause me to disown them. I love them unconditionally. You see, I knew them when they were cute kids. When they were winning ball games, bringing home great grades. I remember proudly watching them win moto-cross races. I was even proud of them when we lived in GITMO and they wanted to paint my car. a 1950 Chevy. They painted peace signs over it, the words ‘love’ and ‘peace’ all over it. Yep, on that Naval Base I drove it to work. I never fussed about their hair, and they let it grow to their shoulders. (remember Daddy is active duty Navy, and GITMO is all military).
Of course I took some ragging about it, but they were MY boys. Don’t get me wrong I am not always ‘happy’ with them, but I will always love them.
(You might not know it but Columbus landed in Gitmo Bay, here is where he set foot on Cuba.)
Do you ever think of the family. The Mother, dad, brothers and sisters of the town drunk. Of the drug addict who acts like an ass?
The families carry a heavy load, they care for the wayward children and siblings, but the wayward one is not the families’ responsibility. After the mid-teens the adult emerges, maybe not mentally, but age wise, the adult is there. He/she has a mind of their own, they decide the right and wrong. Each human is responsible for them selves.
It is only when it hits HOME, you realize, it can happen to my family!
I am old enough to remember when there were few divorces. I only knew one divorced family until I was 16. Sherry and I married for LIFE. I never thought that would EVER happen in our family. It broke my heart when my sons divorced. That is when I realized no one is immune to trouble.
I have friends who have never had a child on drugs, alcohol, and no divorces. They are very fortunate.
Could we have been better parents? CERTAILY, But the kids did not come with instructions attached!!
I hope your family is one of the fortunate ones that alcohol, drugs and divorce did not effect. Unfortunately we have experienced it all. And dealing with it is not BLACK AND WHITE, I wish it was.
Ah well, they tell me one day I will understand. That understanding had better come soon, cause I am not getting any younger. LOL
If the kids had been born with instructions, they would have probably been written in German or Latin, I don’t understand those either.
Just in case you have either of the above you want to give away. Remember I will pay for shipping!!!