I’m sure people are going to disagree with me here… but do we really want to teach our children to run away from their problems? Uh-oh, times are tough, go somewhere else?
One of the facts of life is that parents will not always be around to protect their children. It sucks, but it is true. You will not be there for every problem. So, as far as I can tell, there are two different schools of thought when it comes to parenting.
A) Shield and protect your child from all the horrors of the world.
B) Guide your children, but ultimately let your children learn on their own how to solve their problems.
I am reminded of when I was a child and I had a problem with kids on the playground. I am not sure what grade I was. Oh, I am gay too, although I did not internally realize it until I was 22. 3 kids, who were older and naturally bigger than me came over to me, beat me up or whatever and made fun of me. I was sad for the rest of the day. When I got home, my grandpa was at our house visiting, and saw I was upset. He asked what was wrong… and I told him. He sat back and thought about it for a minute. He told me not to tell my parents about something like this, that this is something I needed to handle on my own. I asked “But how can I take care of them myself? There are more of them and they are bigger than me?” My grandpa calmly said, “Are there rocks on the playground?” I confirmed that there were. “Throw the rocks.”
My grandpa was right. I went to recess the next day, and went to find my rocks. I grabbed a couple of good sized rocks and put them in my pocket. I waited for them to start coming near me, and I threw the rocks at one of the guys and immediately equipped the next rock. I informed them I had many rocks, and that today wasn’t going to be like yesterday. If you want to beat me up that’s fine, but you are getting hurt too. Since the kid I hit as bleeding from the forehead… they backed down… and a few years later we all became good friends in high school. Alan, still has a scar on his forehead from where I hit him with the rock. We joke about it from time to time.
Now… I owe my grandpa a debt of gratitude. I learned that day how to stand up for myself and what I believe in. Yes, I am different, live with it.
Part of growing up is learning violence isn’t the answer. That and one other time is the only time I used physical force to solve a situation. The second time, really doesn’t count because I worked for a prison and was attacked from behind. There was no talking your way out of something already happening. I punched the guy in the nose, and that was that.
My grandma used to tell me that words were just words. She was right. I don’t care about anything ANYONE I don’t love says about me. It goes through my ears directly into the trashcan. If someone doesn’t like you they don’t like you. You get so much more from going with the flow and trying to make small changes than from going against it and trying to make large ones. If someone makes fun of me? I agree with them. Someone calls me stupid? I respond with a cheery, sarcastic tone… “Yeah, I am.” The tone is very important there… you have to play it off like it doesn’t bother you… even if it does. If they sense it is bothering you they will keep at it. Go with the flow, don’t fight back. Agree. They are just words. Someone calls me a faggot? “Yeah, I am.” Someone tells me I am a douche bag? “Yeah, I am the king douche!”
That is a more advanced technique. Joking about yourself…. That is the secret to a happy life. Well, one of the secrets.
This also reminds me of an episode of The West Wing. You might get the relation here, you might not.
I have difficulty sometimes talking to people who don’t race
sailboats.
When I was a teenager, I crewed Larchmont to Nassau on a 58-foot sloop called
Cantice. There was a little piece of kelp that was stuck to the hull, and even though
it was little, you don’t want anything stuck to the hull. So, I take a boat hook on a pole
and I stick it in the water and I try to get the kelp off, when seven guys start screaming
at me, right? Because now the pole is causing more drag than the kelp was. See, what you
gotta do is you gotta drop it in and let the water lift it out in a windmill motion. Drop
it in, and let the water take it by the kelp and lift it out. In, and out. In, and out,
till you got it.
[beat] The voters aren’t choosing a plumber, Mr. President. They are choosing
a president. And if you don’t think that your family should matter, my suggestion to you
is to get out of professional politics. And if you think that I’m going to miss even one
opportunity to pick up half-a-mile boat speed, you’re absolutely out of your mind. When it
costs us nothing, when we give up nothing?! You’re out of your mind.