The Wrestler And The Damage Done

6

March 30, 2012 by David Gillaspie

or, How Not To Deal With Unruly Children

Can You Hear Me? Can you?

Disclaimer: I was one of the guys who said they’d never get married, never have children. Too many places to go, too many people to meet.

Then I went somewhere and met someone, got married and had kids, wrestling kids, which means the best kids ever.

I took to the father-role the way a Doberman takes to dinner. Some dogs you don’t pet while they eat, the same way you don’t interfere with some guys’ kids unless you have their permission.

Maybe you’ve noticed the talk about kids running wild in public while their parents expect someone else to deal with them? It happens. I thought it only happened to others until it was my turn.

One of my joys of small town living was taking my young boys out early and driving the streets in my old pick-up. The idea was to build sweet memories for them to reflect on. The early morning hour let me cruise the streets slower than I could later in the day.

Since every cruise needs a soundtrack, this sort of drive had Bruce Springsteen’s My Hometown. It’s a tear jerker. It sets the right mood.

On this particular rainy day, with the kids in the front seat, age four and seven, I’m getting all choked up thinking they’ll grow up and forget our time together. I cross the highway slowly on the green light, second gear slow. Green turns to yellow then red.

A policeman on a motorcycle sees me, the only truck on the road, and pulls me over for running a red light. He gives me a ticket, ruining the morning ritual.

Since I’m near the store, I decide to make a grocery run. My little boy decides he needs a seven dollar container of hand-squeezed orange juice. He tries to sneak it into the cart, but I put it back.

Once at the check-out, little boy runs off for his orange juice. Since I’m in the middle of checking out, I sent big boy off to drag the other one back from the other side of the store. I hear the screaming and decide if it gets worse when he’s closer, I’ll abandon the groceries and run for it.

Two cash registers over an older man, a larger older man, leans over my screaming kid. I expect a gentle help from an experienced parent. Instead, this guy screams my kid into shock.

I go to collect my stunned son, imagining the ways I could drop this old coot. Under-hook hip throw? Head and arm? Snap down? A driving double? My attitude is less than friendly, a feeling from the mat.

With the kid in my arms, I saw a few quiet things. Noticing we’re leaving at the same time, I say a few more quiet things. His car is parked next to mine, so I say a few more quiet things. But not quiet enough.

Once we get in the truck and belt in, I ask the boys, “Did daddy say any bad words?”

Older boys said, “Yes, lots of them.”

“That was my way of teaching you boys words you’re not supposed to say. Now you know, and you’re smart enough to remember. And remember this, don’t tell mom about this.”

Two seconds after we opened the front door my two boys ratted me out. I explained what happened. Later I told momma we wouldn’t have to worry about someone frightening our kids and threatening them if they told us. They took a complicated situation and kicked butt. It was my butt, and I didn’t like it, but it counts.

About these ads

6 thoughts on “The Wrestler And The Damage Done

  1. lindajane1324 says:

    Parenting is difficult and at times was very stressful. EVERY parent has done what you have David in one form or another, in defense of our children. Just taking youngsters into the grocery store is an event in itself. I laughed when I read this, because I know your sons and they are AWESOME young adults. Good job Dad!

    • David Gillaspie says:

      Hi Linda Jane,

      Yep, nothing special about doing right by kids, but when it goes wrong, it goes way wrong. Then the sides split. They closed that store, but not because of my kids, I hope.

      DG’s B&B likes Bruce’s lyric, “Take a good look around. This is your home town.” It’s good one to remember.

      Thanks for coming in, LJ,

      David

  2. Randy Phelan O'Connell says:

    I know your heart might be in the right place … but I was raised to believe that , if you are rude and some one correct’s you , you should have been corrected ….. you want to drop kick someone for that ?? keep your kid’s in line and then you will not have some one kick you fanny for all of a sudden having parental bravado … would not have happened if you had them in line … right ??? just who’s fault is that ??? the offended party ?? be a wrestler .. there is one to blame .. look in the mirror… Sorry , just the way I see it .. I have four children and nine grandchildren … …. I would tell them the same .. By the way it sounds like you are good people… it is not a pure science to raising children .. listen to truth and do the best you think ..
    Randy Phelan O’Connell .. ( if you can’t back it with your name , don’t write it )

    • David Gillaspie says:

      Appreciate it Randy,

      My losing control of a kid over orange juice, along with a traffic ticket, threw me. I wanted to kick my own butt. The yelling guy was just a substitute. By the time I got to the parking lot and snapped out of it, I realized some folks might reach into their trunk and take things another direction. My parental bravado changed to a safety first attitude. You sound like good people, too.

      Thanks for stopping by,

      David

      • Randy Phelan O'Connell says:

        Raising your kids , the time and events …. is a great time in ones life… enjoy it to the fullest … no one goes to their grave saying ” I spent way to much time with my kids “…. Sounds like your enjoying the ride .. keep it up .. Randy

        • David Gillaspie says:

          That’s the funny thing, Randy, trying to tell someone about kids without sounding goofy. My take is, if you don’t know how to fight for kids, or won’t, then avoid the whole thing. We want fired up parents willing to take part in kids’ lives. Volunteer in their school; coach their teams; drive the carpool.

          I convinced all my kids’ friends to wrestle. They gave it a shot, which made me happy to think they’d even try. When my youngest showed his basketball chops in classic league I said, “In high school they might schedule basketball and wrestling at the same time. I’ll be at the wrestling match. How about you?”

          He wrestled.

Your Comments Go Here Please

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 89 other followers

Click It

Good to see you

Categories

READER RATING

An Oregon Thing

VooDoo Duck

Archives

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 89 other followers

%d bloggers like this: