So I hate to be a downer, but I can’t stop reading about the abuse allegations against NFL star Adrian Peterson.
Everything about it appalls me. His son is four years old. FOUR. The same age as my son. And I can’t begin to imagine what my son could possibly do that would merit being hit multiple times with a switch. I look at my son’s face and the very thought of leaving welts on his body makes my stomach hurt. Yet Adrian Peterson thinks he did nothing wrong. Just some good old-fashioned discipline. And the sickest thing is that way too many people agree with him, if you go by the comments I’ve been reading on teh Interwebs.
But I agree with this Minnesota Vikings blogger: Peterson needs to be released. Yesterday.
Many times, in situations like this, there’s a healthy ‘he said/she said’ element to what happened. There are two wildly differing versions to the story, and the truth, the ever elusive truth, usually lies somewhere in the middle.
That doesn’t seem to be the case here. There are pictures. Pictures of a four year old that wasn’t disciplined, but was beaten. Beaten by a man that trains to withstand beatings, ironically enough, of 300 pound men moving at car crash speed into him. The father,Adrian Peterson, running back for the Minnesota Vikings, admits to it. He admits to ‘whooping’ his son. My father ‘whooped’ me when I was kid.
What Adrian Peterson did to his son isn’t a ‘whooping’, it’s child abuse.
What are you up to this weekend? I will be watching my 4-year-old son play in his very first soccer game. And I will give him extra hugs and kisses, win or lose, because that’s what every 4-year-old child deserves.
What do you think? Chat away!
My 4-year-old son will play in his very first soccer game this Saturday! I was so stoked with visions of him darting across the field in a bright, tiny jersey.
Then I got a look at his team uniform:
Wow. Way to harsh my mellow. Desert camo?! Who the f*ck had the brilliant idea to put itty bitty 4-year-olds in desert camo? Not only is it aesthetically hideous, it’s just NO.
Sigh. Because I was stumped, I asked for team name suggestions on facebook, which kicked off a lively (and funny) conversation. My BIL, in particular, came up with name suggestions that made me chortle:
-Shock and Awesome
-Improvised Scoring Devices
In the end, our very own Rachel suggested the Scorpions, which DS liked. When it came time for the team to vote on a name, he said Scorpions, and all the boys loved it. So Scorpions it is. Quite a difference from DD’s first soccer team: they wore bubble gum pink and were called the Pink Ponies.
Ah, parenthood. You so crazy!
What’s on your mind today? Chat away!
It’s Picture Day around these parts. I will be up early to curl DD9′s hair and make sure she is sufficiently primped. How much longer do you think she will want me doing her hair and helping her pick out what to wear? In any case, I’m enjoying it while I can.
And for the record, I find the optional “retouching” service offensive. Removing blemishes will set you back $6, while $12 will whiten teeth, even skin tone and remove scars and blemishes. WTF? It’s a school photo, not an Instagram. Hmph.
What, if anything, do you do to prepare for Picture Day? What else is on your mind today? Chat away!
Happy Soccer Saturday! Today is DD’s season opener. I love this time of year.
What are you up to this weekend? Chat away!
Yesterday we saw the pediatric psychologist who has helped us deal with DD’s anxiety and insomnia. Because DD’s sleep issues are 90 percent improved, we decided to wrap up this series of sessions, with an open invitation to come back any time DD wants to visit or chat with the doctor.
As someone who had never sought any sort of counseling before, I will admit that I was apprehensive and even a little reluctant to take DD to a psychologist. I was so determined to figure out the cause of her insomnia and fix it myself, and deep down maybe I was afraid it would mean admitting there was something “wrong” with my kid. And as the daughter of immigrants, I had extra baggage to unpack. Among Latinos, there’s a deep stigma connected to seeking mental health services, and I do believe I carried some of that over without even realizing it. Mental health just isn’t something that was talked about in my immediate and extended family.
In any case, I am so glad I took the leap and did right by my girl. Our sleepless summer is over, and we have learned some tools to hopefully keep it that way.
What are some fears that you have successfully conquered? Are you grappling with any fears right now?
What’s on your mind today? Chat away!
I did something crazy yesterday: Set my alarm for 4 a.m., woke up my daughter, got us decked out in Disney princess race gear, and drove to an amusement park before dawn so we could run the Disneyland 5K together. The race started at the ungodly hour of 5:30 a.m., and my plan was to have DD at school by her usual 8 a.m. start time.
I did something stupid yesterday: Tucked my car key fob into my sports bra instead of my usual zippered sports belt. Realized after the finish line that my car key was gone… it slipped out somewhere along the 3.12 mile route. Guess where DD’s school clothes, backpack and lunch were? That’s right, locked in my car. Thankfully a close friend, her son and parents were also at the race and let us pile into their car for a ride home. We then got a ride back to Disneyland to collect my car, and I got DD to school 45 minutes late. I then headed BACK to Disneyland again, to fill out an official Lost and Found report. No word on my car key yet.
I did something awesome yesterday: Created a lifelong memory for my girl and me. I hope there will be many more races in our future . . . and every one of them will involve a carefully secured car key.
Have you done something crazy, stupid or awesome lately? Do tell!
What are you up to this Labor Day weekend? Chat away!
Been thinking about our next vacation plans. Heck, who am I kidding, I am ALWAYS planning our next vacation! We’re pondering Hawaii with the kids, or a weekend on the central coast of California to visit some historic missions (they’re part of the 4th grade social studies curriculum). I am even thinking about a weekend escape for DH’s birthday in December.
Know what I’m not considering? Taking my 9-year-old daughter to a firing range so she can shoot an Uzi for funsies.
A 9-year-old girl at a shooting range outside Las Vegas accidentally killedan instructor on Monday morning when she lost control of the Uzi he was showing her how to use.
A partial video of the incident — which does not show the instructor being shot — shows a slender young girl in a ponytail and pink shorts beside a man clad in camouflage pants, a black T-shirt and sunglasses. “Allriiight!” he says, congratulating her after she fires the gun in single-shot mode. “All right, full auto!” he says. Then comes a spray of bullets and a child’s scream before the video cuts off…
…Sprawling across more than 30 acres in the Mojave desert 26 miles from Vegas, Bullets and Burgers advertises itself as an “Outdoor Machine Gun Adventure” with a “Desert Storm atmosphere.” “Our guests have the opportunity to fire a wide range of fully automatic machine guns and specialty weapons,” the Web site says. “At our range, you can shoot FULL auto on our machine guns. … Let ‘em Rip!”
The shooting range’s Web site says the minimum age for the “ground adventure” is 8, and children ages 8 to 17 “must be accompanied by parent or legal guardian at all times.”
I know one of our MotherTalker mantras is not to be Sanctimommy and judge other parents’ choices. Breast vs. bottle? Whatever works. Public school vs. private school vs. homeschool? You do you. But I am judging these parents, and quite frankly all adults involved, BIG TIME for putting this innocent 9-year-old child in such a horrific situation.
Parents have recently been arrested for leaving their kid in a car while running a quick errand, or for letting their kids play at a park while they work. But these parents, who literally put an Uzi in their 9-year-old kid’s hands, will face zero consequences.
So there’s your mind f*ck for today. I got nothing, except white hot rage.
What’s boggling your mind today? You got any cheerful news or anecdotes to share?
Did you watch the Emmys last night? What did you think of the winners and losers?
Which TV shows are you hooked on lately? DH and I are finishing up season 2 of Orange is the New Black, and really enjoying Masters of Sex.
What’s on your mind today? Chat away!
What’s on tap for you this weekend?