When I found out that I was having a baby I was unsure of everything except for this one point. My child would NOT play with guns.
Guns make me nervous, people who carry them make me nervous, card carrying members of the NRA and the people who sing about them make me nervous.
And then I had two sons.
"What else would we shoot at?"
I have given up the ghost. Boys will be boys and they will like guns. They will fold a Barbie in half and use that if needed tor fashion a pint sized AK 47
I can eliminate the "toys" but I can't change the inherent nature of my children and truly, who am I to try?
Guns are a part of our world. Not a part that I particularly love, but a part nonetheless. Better for my children to have a respectful understanding rather than an innate fear, right?
It was a long fall from the top of that horse.
And so, I will pick myslef up and dust myself off. I will wrap the Nerf Vulcan EBF in festive holiday paper, a gift for both my oldest and middle monkeys.
And I will pledge to remember that those in glass houses should not judge people about kids and guns.
**This post was inspired by the brilliant writing of Mom-Nom.Com**