”Phone Lobster” wrote:A typically sarcastic rant that actually contained a couple of valid points that deserve further clarification.
Okay, I was very short with my post, so I can understand that you didn’t like the taste of the vagueness of the statement that I made. Fired off, heat of the moment, and wasn’t really very well thought-out. Allow me to expound upon what I meant to say.
(Kaelik: none of this was directed at you. Yes, your hyperbole is very pretty. Still, keep it in your pants, okay dude?)
You don’t need a biological connextion to be a parent. A Legal guardian/stepmum/stepdad/adoptor whatever kind of a relationship in your life, ties you to a child whose life you’re simultaneously living with them. It’s a powerful bond, blah blah blah, it’s a connection that’s one-on-one, or one-on-two or three or five (or fucking
nineteen if you’re the Duggars). If you’re a parent or you’ve been a parent, you know that, and know about that. I don’t need to tell you you’re a parent or define it for you, if you feel like you’re the most important thing in some child’s life, as they are in yours, then you know you’re a parent. Other people that you meet that recognize that about you immediately have a different understanding of your person, and your mutual shared experience. A pediatrician sees hundreds, or thousands, of kids. And of course a doctor has a better knowledge set about stuff than I do, but if one doc says that something is abuse, I guarantee I can find one almost instantly that will give a different opinion. Medicine, as a science, has a lot of
grey area. So any
good parent with half a brain (+1 for internet savvy, reasonably articulate) can take in all data or opinions or intuition and
experiment and
observe what is best for their kid’s health.
When my daughters were no more than 6-7 months old, I decided to gradually switch them from bottles and formula to mushy solid food (pumpkin, squash, sweet potatoe, carrot, parsnip, and beets makes her poops red). My own Mum then commented that when I was this age (then) that I was almost twice their size, and they (my parents) were feedin’ me cheeseburgers. I don’t think that’s abuse. Man, I fuckin looove cheeseburgers.
A teacher is trained to work with and educate kids, in batches by the dozens or even hundreds. Again, a great knowledge set from a professional field to draw on, and learn from. But it’s a completely different deal from your one-on-one bond. Your kids
are you. Literally, a part of you went on and
blossomed. I’d trust a parent’s opinion in how to raise their individual kid better than any professional, official, or administrator.
Which is not to say that there are not shitty parents. The world is full of shitty parents. It makes me fvcking sad sometimes to go out into the world when I chance to see so many people smoking/swearing/texting in front of/through their kids. I hope and pray to the darkest, eldest gods that our societal organism isn’t going to turn out the way I think it is.
What I have learned is this: the experience of loving and shaping a little
you is a unique one. A
good person, a
good parent, is the best possible person to be making decisions about a child’s welfare. As much as I studied, and it was a lot, and as many books as I read, and there were a lot, it didn’t prepare me for what it really feels like. It… wasn’t what I thought. Not really at all, actually.You can’t learn it. You can only do it… I think I have decided that unless you are a parent, all of your words are as much as hot air. If you
are a parent, then I’ll apologize, retract my statement, and respect your opinion.
Yeah, yeah. I’m a bad person and I should feel bad. Isn’t that put-down getting a little stale?
I think it’s time for y’all to go out and propogate; run the human race.
In the DNA-wars that define the continuation of our species, you Dead-Enders currently aren’t going anywhere. If you died tomorrow, would you want your genetic code to live on, or to be left in the dust? (and if you can't do it the traditional way, just sit tight. Cloning is just on down the road.)