You all know that I have been way involved in my second cousin, Seanie's life since he was a baby, including watching him a few times a week during the summer/ maybe once every two weeks during the semester, taking him out for museums and treats and such and generally enjoying the hell out of how hilarious he is. I have no problem with any of this as it's fun experience and he's a generally cute kid. However, this summer has been a whole new ball of wax. His sperm donor is locked up for assaulting his mom, his mom is supposedly clean and living at home with Sean and his grandparents and Sean is, well, a hand full and a half. The problem is that his behavior and language has surpassed the normal "a toddler acting out for attention" stuff and become sometimes quite disturbing.
He's frequently violent, like lashing out with full force with no provocation. (this hurts quite a bit as he is a very BIG kid) He has taken to threatening to shoot people in the face with his "real gun", which will "rip their skin open" He keeps telling us that he a) hates himself, b) is going to kill himself, c) is going to cut his skin up with scissors and d.) knows that god will punish him because he is a bad boy. He repeatedly uses the N-word, talks about thug life and asks me to "do burnouts" when I am driving.
I tend to ignore the language, give time outs for violence, and reassure him that we love him very much and he is not a bad boy but that sometimes he engages in bad behavior. I always wondered where he picked a lot of the language up. Then, I found out that his mom watches movies with him all day. This Saturday, they watched The Devil's Rejects. I'm not really convinced that watching violent/scary movies leads to violence in kids, because, well, this non-violent person watched a lot of that stuff from around 10 on. However, I'm pretty sure that movies of that caliper are pretty bad for a 3 year old, as they can't grasp the line between fantasy and reality. I'm really concerned about his well being, especially given the suicide talk. His family is not open to the idea of therapy. What should I do?
Dear Friends, As we celebrate crass consumerism today and tomorrow, lets try to remember the "reason for the season" and say.............................................................................
On December 8, 1980, Mark David Chapman walked up to John Lennon in front of The Dakota, and calmly shot him to death while his wife looked on. I'm too young to remember this day,and too young to remember Lennon's lifetime, but I do remember my own introduction to his work. I was 12 years old, and I had been aware of the Beatles for my whole live, but I had never heard Imagine. I was in the car with my dad, probably on the way to cut down a Christmas Tree or some other type of holiday activity. I was just the right age to resent having to do this. We were driving along, listening to the classic rock station when a slower song came on. My dad turned the radio up, and I didn't know why, but I was moved to tears. (please understand that I was 12, and thusly, prone to extreme mood swings). I asked my dad who it was, and why it was so depressing. He was shocked. "It's not depressing! It's beautiful! Listen to the lyrics!" He was right, and I told him so. I asked him to tell me more about this man. He did, and the radio continued to play a grouping of his songs. That Xmas, I received my first John Lennon album, and we listened to Happy Xmas many times, my father and I. Looking back, I can't help but think that John Lennon's legacy helped this angry little twelve year old make piece with her father in a way that would have otherwise taken years. So, it is with a great sense of love, that I have embedded two John Lennon videos here. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have.
IF. YOU. CAN'T. AFFORD. A TIP. YOU. CAN'T. AFFORD. TO. EAT. IN. A. FULL. SERVICE. RESTAURANT.
Pointing to your two year old and telling me that you're sorry but h makes it so you can't afford to tip me is ridiculous in light of the fact that you just purchased a TWENTY FUCKING DOLLAR STEAK for yourself.