How do *I* get myself into a prostitution ring so that *I* can earn upwards of $2000 an hour?
I kid, I kid. Actually, it's things like this that, as a mother to a little boy, terrify me. How the hell do I make sure my baby doesn't grow up to be this kind of a man? I'm not sure if Spitzer's father was a hooker-hoisting sonofabitch, but I'm not sure that, even if he were, that would be an excuse.
My son has a good man (my husband, duh) as a father. Someone who, I hope with my whole heart, would never be unfaithful to me. If he were, though, and I were to find out, I can't say that I know how I would react. Silda, Spitzer's wife, looks like a
In any case, as far as the whole how to be a good man thing goes, I'm confident that my husband is a good example for the baby. I remember back to high school, though, and so many of those guys were absolute jerks. Disrespectful, verbally and/or physically abusive, cocky, arrogant...the list goes on. So many of them hated their parents. A few were involved with drugs. Many of them drank all throughout high school. Keep in mind that I graduated with a class of 33...there were less than 100 people in my high school during my 4 years there, so it's easy to keep tabs on what was going on. I need there to be a manual somewhere out there that will educate me as to the proper way to raise a child so that he/she will grow up thankful for what the have and always knowing what the right thing is. I expect my child (I'll be able to say children in less than two months....holy God) to make mistakes in his youth. I *want* him to, so that he may learn from his mistakes. But I don't want something to happen along the way where either a) we stop noticing the mistakes and "lose" him as a result or b) he stops sharing with us and we "lose" him as a result. How the heck do parents make sure this doesn't happen?
I grew up in a Catholic household and attended a private Catholic school for 12 years. And I'm still not convinced that faith and God are the answer. My husband's feeling is that changing ourselves (read: change ME), as well as becoming regular church-goers and bringing faith into our home will be a big part of it, but I don't buy it. I know he's going to read this and get defensive and it'll probably start a fight. I grew up with a couple of people whose parents did this very thing...and it didn't avoid these people hating their parents, even now as adults, getting involved with drugs and/or alcohol, and just basically not making any good out of their lives. It scares me.
I was rocking the baby before his nap a little while ago, and I couldn't help but stare down at him as he was drifting off and getting teary. I willed him, through his slumbering ears, to always stay sweet. To always remember how much I love him, how I would always, always love him. I told him that I would do my best to teach him the right things and how to be a good person. I asked time to slow down a little.
How, if at all, are your fears about your growing children quelled?
1 comment:
okay, don't get me started on religion.
i honestly believe that children come hard-wired. we do the best we can as parents, and they end up the way they end up.
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