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"Each of us must come to care about everyone else's children. We must recognize that the well being of our own children is intimately linked to the well being of all other people's children. After all, when one of our children needs life-saving surgery, someone else's child will perform it. When one of our children is harmed by violence, someone else's child will commit it. The good life for our own children can be secured only if it is also secured for all other people's children. But to work for the well being of all children is not just a practical matter-- it is also right!" - Lilian G. Katz, Phd.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Lying Eyes

I took a chance.  Once I recovered from the shock of seeing my child with firecrackers Thursday night, I decided to believe his story.

Yes, it had holes.  Yes, he has a history of self-preservation based stories.  Yes, I know better.

But, every parent wants to believe their child, right?

I was so proud that he showed me the firecrackers in the first place.  It did engender an incident where we had to coax the firecrackers out of his hands.  He showed me them with those immortal words, "Mom, if I show you something will you promise not to get mad or yell at me?"

He panicked after he showed them to me, and it took a while to talk him down and retrieve them.  He told his dad a story about how a group of bullies pushed him against a locker, took his money, and when he looked, he had firecrackers in his pocket that he put there.  Looking at those cold stark words, I wonder how I could have believed it.  As a friend stated "Aggressive Fireworks merchants??  Wow!"  

We won't mention the fact that he compulsively spends his allowance the moment I give it.  Where did this $5 come from?

After taking him to school on Friday, talking to the principal and telling him the story, and rushing off to work, I received a phone call.
Konal called me in tears that the other kid had been suspended, and he was upset because he saw him crying.  Once again, I felt proud.  Such empathy.  I got to the school, and there was an entirely different story.

Short version: Stole money from my purse, bought firecrackers, panicked, showed them to me, lied in such a way to make others take the fall, and kept on lying until his face was shoved in it.

And I am disappointed.  His birthday is Tuesday and he is grounded.  His birthday paintball trip is canceled.

In other news, I managed to go out and have a great time this weekend.  Now Monday looms.