There, I said it.
Some sort of blasphemy here in the United States, I’m sure.
I’m not a fan of either college or professional football, and never have been. I grew up in an area that did not in any way revolve around football the way many towns do, so perhaps geography plays a large part.
I don’t care so much about adult football players, they are of course adults, and can choose to do what they wish. It’s all the young football players out there, getting repetitive brain injuries that really get my goat.
I cannot understand for the life of me why parents willingly sign their children up for this violent sport. And the banners around town can say “touch” football all they want, everybody knows they still tackle each other. Indeed, are encouraged to tackle each other.
I will never forget in kindergarten when a classmate of my son’s was absent for almost a week. When he came back to school, I asked his mom if he was OK. She told me a harrowing tale of how he sustained a neck injury in football practice (he was 5!) that could have led to him being paralyzed if he hadn’t received immediate medical attention. And yet, he still was back to playing as soon as the doctor signed him off!
I understand that in any sport, there are physical risks that come with the territory. But in football, it just seems like you are asking to be injured, and it’s abnormal if you have never been.
My husband played football all through high school, and he has absolutely forbidden our son to play football until he is at least of high school age. Which pretty much means he won’t ever be on a football team, because most people don’t just walk onto the football field without ever playing and make the team.
I’m totally fine with that.
Which is right. up. my. alley.
In my current neighborhood, Halloween is a big deal, and over half of the nieghborhood really goes for broke at Halloween, maybe even moreso than at Christmas. Across the street, my son’s friend sets up an elaborate walk-thru haunted house on their front lawn every year.
It’s not like I’m going to win any competitions or anything, but I love putting up lots of Halloween decorations. However, I rarely seem to have the time or money to do as much as I’d like.
And those are going to be PERFECT lining my walkway.
Why couldn’t I have thought of that myself?
52% of you have no issues with infant male circumcision, and the recent just-short-of-a-recommendation from the AAP didn’t change that. 4% admit the new findings may have changed their mind, while 14% haven’t budged in their stance against. 23% say they don’t have a horse in the race, and sometimes I wonder why I put that voting category in there. To me, it’s just an easy way to say that you don’t know.
It is difficult to believe in this age of attachment parenting that ideas such as this were once popular:
Never hug and kiss them, never let them sit in your lap. If you must, kiss them once on the forehead when they say goodnight. Shake hands with them in the morning.
When you are tempted to pet your child remember that mother love is a dangerous instrument. An instrument which may inflict a never-healing wound, a wound which may make infancy unhappy, adolescence a nightmare, an instrument which may wreck your adult son or daughter’s vocational future and their chances for marital happiness.
Shake hands with them in the morning! That is classic!
My son would come into the bed when he woke up in the morning and snuggle with me/us until we kicked him out. I never saw that as unnatural for a second.
Now that quote up there? Totally unnatural.
And of course, written by a man.