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(You may ask why I post. Well, just feedback. Stories others may have familiar to this and how you guys worked with it. General opinions and suggestions on how I could deal with this potential "smoking gun".) Thanks guys.
I have a 9 year old son and through the years he also has gained my appreciation for nature, an understanding for the less fortunate, a willingness to help and care, and a love for baseball, among other things.
However, he cares for both sets of his grandparents very much. My wife’s parents are not political. My father-in-law served in the Air Force in the 1960s, but served only 4 years. In fact, on viewpoints they are both fairly open-minded so I don’t think the problem is with them. He and my son fish some together. While I don’t like to fish I stand aside and let them cultivate their relationship together.
The problems appear to be my parents. My father is a decorated Vietnam Veteran. He holds several medals that distinguish his valor on the battlefield. My mother, of course, loves and respects everything about him as I do, for the most part. They are both Conservative with my father actually being the less strident. My mother is a Republican-bot through and through. My father, while being Conservative, is fairly objective and actually defers to my knowledge on environmental issues quite often.
However, I feel like they are fueling my son’s obsession with war, death, violence. Its one thing that every single birthday and Christmas for gifts he is giving toy guns, tanks, canons, swords, etc….My mother convinced my wife to allow him to wear camo clothes, something we both were opposed to. As a compromise, my wife allowed our son to have a pair of camo pajamas. Ok, no big deal.
So, right after 4th of July my son and I go to the batting cages and have a great time. He is hitting the 50 mile an hour pitches, he is stoked and excited. He is talking about baseball and wanting me to coach the Fall league. We then raced go-karts, played golf, and then he saved a frogs life (there was a frog amidst the people there and we scooped him up and moved him to safer ground).
So right after that he was to spend a week with my parents and then a week with my wife’s parents. Both weeks are nearly completed. His week (currently in progress) with my wife’s parents has been just a beach trip. All good.
The prior week this is what he did with my mother and father
-He went to “soldier-camp” and for an entire day pretended he was fighting in the Civil War. -The very next day they went to the Army installation where my father is currently working in civil service and toured the museums -The next day after that they went to Norfolk, Virginia and toured some sort of war ship -They also did something else very militaristic but my wife doesn’t know exactly what…shit, maybe they fucking enlisted him.
Before all this, I confronted my mom and she said they “wouldn’t do battlefield stuff” all the time and I recommended going to the science museum in Richmond. We’ll they did…to learn about freaking taste buds. But hey, it wasn’t war at least. I told her he was interested in animals, dinosaurs, and planets…there is something there involving all those, but my mother found taste buds. OK, whatever.
Oh yea, the day we dropped him off with my parents we were watching a show on Animal Planet called “Papa Bear” about this guy who works with bears. After the show was over, my son wanted to ask questions about the show, as he typically does. During our conversation my mother continually interrupted us to discuss pictures of him catching a fish on her digital camera.
My mother has never bought him anything having to do with nature, science, music, or baseball...the things I love the most. If she doesn’t buy him clothes or video game type stuff, it is always war crap. I am very opinionated and my thoughts on war are very strident, but I have never said anything. It is not easy for me. My dad is basically a war hero and my dad knows my passions. I was nearly brought to tears defending Max Cleland and John Kerry over the egregious attacks against them. STILL, I hate war. I hate this war and I don’t support it.
However, it is getting tougher and tougher, because I feel like she is trying to change him into something I don’t want.
I expect it will get worse. I have a daughter who is 4…She is clearly the apple of my mother’s eyes and my life as well…My mother will undoubtedly try to turn my daughter just as she is turning my son, into something I don’t want. Females very often are ruled less by bravado and instincts and more by compassion. My daughter is now learning compassion toward animals and those less fortunate. I’m guessing my mother is worried that all her fur coats won’t be welcomed by my little girl should she decide to give them or leave them to her.
The bottom line is…I want the kids to be what they want to be, but I also want to interject certain values into them. Values like empathy, compassion, peace, and a love for the natural world….it is these values I feel like my own family is trying to trample on.
My mother even questioned, freaking questioned, why on Christmas did we take toys to a school in DC for kids from poor families, then we went to a homeless shelter and volunteered (all we did was hand out drinks and food and clean up, but we were there), and we even went to the Humane Society to drop off toys for the cats and dogs and to just see them and pet them….My mother wanted to know WHY we used our money like this. I was fed up.
I feel like at some point I will snap and not only ruin a family holiday, but also a relationship. Because for all my mother’s faults and boy I don’t respect a lot of her views, she was and is an awesome mother and would do anything for us, but still….It has become very frustrating at family functions.
The sick thing is she grew up poor on a farm and had salt of the earth values. Her mother, my grandmom, still living, is a Bible thumping Baptist that said of gays, “I won’t judge them, but I do know God loves all his children.”
My mother was prudent and humble just where she could be. She stood in an unemployment line before, she had to go work when I was 4…now after years of working (for the federal government I may add) she and my father have built a fine nest egg. In short, they have money, but they have no compassion, no care for anything or anyone. I’ve never seen anything like it. Back when we struggled more, she gave a shit about things…now all she prattles on about is her new goddamn Lexus. I’m at a loss.
Sorry to vent here, but there are some good voices on this forum.
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