Showing posts with label the instance that made me actually believe in smacking a kid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the instance that made me actually believe in smacking a kid. Show all posts

Monday, April 5, 2010

Being 13 is not the same age as it used to be

So I got a call from my sister last Friday who was freaking out. Her daughter's thirteen year old friend is pregnant and wants my niece to adopt the baby. There was guilt, there were tears by this kid, telling my niece that if she didn't adopt the child, she would abort it. Well, my sister's family is very pro-life and I'm all for personal values so I can see why this would be emotional blackmail. Now my niece is desperate to become the mommy to this unborn child because not accepting the role means she'll have killed an innocent baby.

I won't go into the adult rationalization here, or what was said to her to calm her. Ultimately, that threat will create doubt in my niece that will last her lifetime. She'll always wonder 'what if'. And I want to string the barely pubescent child up by her unshaved leg hairs (yes, an assumption) for dumping her sh*t on my niece.

You made a mistake so now you want someone else to pay for it the rest of their lives? I hated middle school when I was in it. I'm so glad I'm not a kid going through it now.

***this has nothing to do with writing. Just on my mind today as one of those things I just can't freakin' believe. I think I'll invite my niece to come stay with me next weekend and have some girl time.