---The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently.
Friedrich Nietzsche, The Dawn, Sec. 297
What do I think? I think, actually, that he might have met my kids.
When I looked my 14 year old--dead in the eye, he, (darling, beloved, gifted son) who had just burned a 12 inch circular hole in the bedroom carpet--burned through the carpet pad, and scorched a perfect circle in the underlying hardwood floor...by burning his reportcard, (quite responsibly, I thought at the time) in a metal scrub bucket. Who hasn't wanted to do that, at least once in their lives?
However, he had become a bit carried away, and decided to also burn the final paper that had netted him the not-so-impressive final grade; and that was the real beginning of the carpet (house fire) problem. "He is a global thinker," sez I, "One thought leads to another thought, and to another--and thus he connects everything..."
I had talked to another mother who's child had been diagnosed (by the school principal, no less) with ICD. No this is not an inter-continental device of any kind (ballistic or otherwise.) This is the 3 letter curse word for "Impulse Control Disorder."
SUBSEQUENT FLASHBACK (Triggered by the anuerysm, which was probably caused by NOT popping my eyes out by my not yelling his ears off.) Kathy struggles to recall the time her darling son, in second grade had given his new coat away to a friend at school, who could not play outside on recess-- Seems this other child didn't have a winter coat. Now he did. He had my son's new coat that I had scrimped a bit to buy. (It was a cool coat--had a hood, to keep his beloved ears warm, and deep pockets for his cold hands, as he was always losing his gloves.) Asking him why he didn't have his coat when he came home, (shivering) he said he remembered that he had another coat that he could wear. (The old raggedy holes in the pocket coat that I had just taken to Goodwill.)
We went to Goodwill that night, and bought him a new /old coat.
You see, impulse control can be a great thing (if it saves carpet) but, it can also hinder that spontaneous spirit of goodness that lives inside all of us.
Did I yell at him for the coat ten years earlier? No. Did I yell at him for the "circle of fire" in the bedroom? You Betcha! THEN we took the bucket outside and set it on the patio, and I brought out the old divorce settlement papers that gave me ulcers because they basically said we'd be broke forever, and we merrily burned them in the back yard. If we'd have had marshmallows and chocolate, we might have had some really GREAT So'mores.
But, that's okay, I have So'more. I have a golden-hearted son, with a great sense of humor; and he starts my campfires and barbeque pits whenever we go camping as a family. So there! ICD...I think my son is ICED!
And yes, now that he is approaching 30, he has a firepit in his very own back yard...
Tell me YOUR fav story about one of YOUR babes.
Blessed be -- think differently!