When my child was born I loved him with all my heart and soul;
When he awoke in the night with the closet monster frights;
When he tried something new and felt hurt because he felt he had failed
When a child is born; a parent's love and world is all that he knows;
No longer would I stand alone as the teacher to my own;
You see; I am simply a small voice amongst many that he now knows
in his life;
The social glare at the parent who has a criminal child; as they fail
to accept thier roles within in his life;
The scorning pointing fingers at the parent of a criminal child; must be something I am not doing right.
Was I so wrong; when I begged society's hand to care enough to descipline him as I would?
I as a parent can only teach my child my lessons; in hopes that
he may learn them well;
My heart is broken; as I fear this battle to save my child has
been lost;
and as he grew I did my best to teach him right from wrong;
wanting to protect him from the hard lessons of life I had known;
and to keep him from all that I had never dared to know.
I would make all the monsters go away with a simple hug and
"everything is alright."
When he fell and scraped his knee and the tears washed down his cheek;
with one gentle little kiss I could send all the pain and tears away.
I tought him that to simply try was all that he could do; that trial
and error did not equal failure.
When he took his first chochlate bar from a store; I took him by the
hand;
and with love I made him face the consequences; even though the
humility he would suffer would break both our hearts.
But as he grows; the world around him also grows with the eagerness to learn lessons on his own.
The parent is no longer his only teacher; he begins to chose
his own teachers and lessons to learn.
The values I struggled so hard to teach him; would no longer be
the only values he would learn.
Because we give birth and love our child only guides them but does
not make them;
For whom they become is their choice when all is said and done;
I can only show my child the light; and hope that he choses to do right.
and the sadness of reality is that all the teachers and thier values
and morals do not unite.
If the other teachers in his world offer him no consequences within
society's norms and rules;
Then my consequences as well become somewhat meaningless;
and I as the parent becomes the unjust and the problem to the criminal child.
The schools that fail to enforce the rule of life that actions equal consequences;
The Legal figures that allowed crimes he had committed to pass him by;
taking pity upon him and showing him the easy way out was to find someone else to blame.
To the holders of these judgements I ask; Is it so wrong to love my
child? To want the best for him; to help him to grow better than I?
To love and care enough to support him not only with love but also with descipline when it is required?
Is it so wrong; to sometimes holler and scream words out of love;
with the simple hope he will hear?
If all these things are wrong; then I am guilty as charged; tis a shame when a parent's love is considered so wrong.
My heart weeps for the child who has known no descipline; for his right to learn has been stolen;
My heart weeps for the parent of the criminal child; who is forced
to carry all the guilt and blame of all the teachers he has ever known.
showing him only the right paths in life with the strong light;
but others will come and show him the paths I have fought so desperately to steer him from;
And my words of comfort and kisses and hugs will not be able to
keep the pains, tears, and monsters away.
And although I would do anything for my child; even give my life
to save his;
I can not save him from his own or society's demise; the social classroom is winning this war;
Because sometimes a parent's love is not enough.
......after all- parents stand singular in this big world through
a child's eyes.
Written by:
Mystify