Monday, August 19, 2013

My husband's glad I'm not a drunk.

When my husband comes home from work and tells me he's glad I'm not a drunk, I know it's been an ugly shift at the fire station.  St. Patrick's Day weekend shift with 2 hours of sleep in a 24 hour shift filled with dizzy drunks, car accidents, fights, aggravated assaults and middle aged women passed out in pools of vomit.

Not so pretty. 

I don't get it.  And the mom in me, always worried anyway, is now thinking over sized thoughts of how this world is telling our little ones that it's okay.  That almost everything is okay.  

I learned a long time ago that the influence of the bigger world around us seeps in no matter how hard I try to shelter my kids.  And I'm a cautious believer in letting them see what's out there- to an extent - in a controlled, limited amount -  increasing the exposure of the lessons as they grow.  That's why we've never been big supporters of home schooling for our family.  (That, and I think I would strangle them mid math lesson). Kids need to see and learn about others, our likes and differences, so they can be prepared when they face it as adults. That's the plan, anyway.

But I still wonder and worry about what they take in outside of my view. And I know that they learn just as much from their friends as they do from me - if not more -  at this age.  And of course from their teachers.... and unfortunately, from the drunk guy at his finest on the corner yesterday afternoon. Their little ears, eyes and hearts are watching and waiting, absorbing it all. 

But I live here. We all do.  Even the violent drunk that my fearless fireman husband had to restrain at the train station yesterday in the line of duty.  And there is no wall between them and us.  And I guess there's really no THEM and US.  It's just all of us.  And me,.... talking and teaching and modeling what I hope to be good choices for my family. (Better start working on that #$@#$$ habit of cursing I've picked up lately, I guess).

Fireman Dave says the best anti-drinking/drug lesson would be for the kids to ride with him on the ambulance some St Patrick's Day. Would be kinda like a scared straight program for troubled teens.  Not such a bad idea, really.

But for now I will continue to pray for my boys, for their friends and families, for their teachers, for their future girlfriends and wives..... I'll pray for them to recognize the bad, but value the good.  I'll pray for them to experience a life so full that they never need to find fullness in substances or substitutes.  And I'll be thankful for the friends and adults that surround us with positives.  The scout leaders, teachers, neighbors and friends that continually help us in our parenting. 
And I'll just keep praying for the tools to do this hard job that I have been given.  

And I'll try not to let my husband ever find me passed out in a pool of yuck......

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