I can neither confirm nor deny any or all of the following is true.
Parents are crazy.
I’m not talking about all parents, just the ones who are insane.
The actual percentage of parents who suffer from this disease runs from 32.4% to 99.9%.
The parent in this story is not affiliated with my school in any way, shape, or form (and if my luck continues they will never purchase a house, rent, or visit a town where I work or reside).
In fact, as far as you know this story was told to me by a complete stranger who I inadvertently bumped into on a busy street in a city that I’ve never visited.
As the story goes, the woman gave birth to a young man who I don’t even know.
If I did know him, I can promise you I would want to thump him right upside his little head in the hope of closing that mouth which is constantly running but has yet to say anything worth hearing.
The woman, who may be the loudest most obnoxious person I have never been in contact with, is roughly 25 years old.
Did I mention she was loud?
I’m not being mean (after all I’ve never seen her… as far as you know), I’m simply passing on a story.
You might wonder how I know she’s loud if I’ve never been around her. That’s a fair question.
The answer is… trust me, she’s loud.
At least that’s what I’ve been told.
The first time I didn’t meet her she was screaming at her son. The second time I didn’t meet her, she was screaming at her son.
The third time he was standing on the hood of her car and yes… you guessed it… she was screaming at him.
In fact, every single time I haven’t seen her she has been screaming. At her son.
If you’re like me, you are starting to notice a pattern.
I’m no parenting expert, but sooner or later even the worst kids have a day when they don’t deserve to get yelled at.
I was almost starting to feel sorry for the young man (if I knew him) and then it happened.
He started screaming at her.
You might think I would experience some sort of joy from watching (or not) him stand up for himself, but that’s not the case.
It just made me want to thump them both upside their heads.
The latest screaming match took place (allegedly) during an 8 year olds soccer game.
While I had gotten used to the mother screaming at her son (if I had been present at this soccer game that didn’t take place), I was dumbfounded to hear him scream at her.
As he was playing in the game.
As he was dribbling the ball up the field.
Right in front of all the parents. Of both teams.
Right in front of all the players. On both teams.
The decibel level.
At that very moment (if I was there), I thought the referee should have thrown them both out of the game.
Then I came to my senses.
He should have thrown them both out of society.
In her defense, I don’t think she has any idea that she is treating him in a way that isn’t productive. In fact, I’m willing to bet she thinks her actions are those of a strong disciplinarian.
On the other hand (if I knew him), he is an idiot.
He treats his mom worse than she treats him. The sad part is, his attitude will undoubtedly get worse as he gets older.
I’m afraid her troubles will be compounded (times 47) by the time he makes it to high school.
Neither one of them has any idea how to treat one another.
I’m far from perfect, but I feel pretty confident in the following statement. My daughter has never cursed me during the course of a soccer game as she was dribbling the ball up the field in front of 75 spectators, 4 coaches, 3 referees, 2 old ladies walking, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Now behind closed doors… in her room… who knows? .
Maybe I’m wrong about these two.
Maybe they have a great relationship and they will both thrive as they grow older.
Maybe she won’t be in a high school principal’s office asking for help in controlling his behaviors when he’s a sophomore.
Maybe he won’t have kids of his own and treat them just as badly as he is getting treated.