One of these photos makes me look like a candidate for the parent-of-the-year award. The other doesn’t. Pictures don’t tell the whole story.
My daughter on the violin. Don’t let this photo deceive you. I’m pretty sure she has never picked it up to start practicing without being told to, twice. I like that she plays, the benefits of learning a music instrument are many. But if she doesn’t enjoy it at some point there is a point of diminishing returns. How long would you insist she keep it up? Or would you?
My son using whatever he can find to use as his gun in his new adventure game. Don’t let this one deceive you, either. My wife and I keep him away from crappy video games and inappropriate programs and movies, but he is an American kid and he does watch television. You can’t miss guns and violence on the networks. The promos for violent dramas, the one with James Spader comes to mind, are aired early and often. So, I’d be a fool to say he’s not exposed to America’s violent gun culture. I’m not thrilled with his new found fascination with shooting things. His gun in this photo is actually a claw-hand that is typically used to grab things.
All boys go through a gun-phase at some point, right? He knows he’s not supposed to aim at people or living things, but as evident in the photo I see that direction isn’t always followed. Unless, and maybe this is the case, he was using his claw-grabber as a camera to take my photo as I was taking his. Maybe? Probably not.
When he’s out playing he’s having an absolute blast; definitely in his own world, part of me wants to let this go and chalk it up to ‘we all played a version of this game growing up’. Another part of me wants to nip it in the bud. Suggestions?