Disappointment Redeemed
I'm so disappointed in you. A knife pierced my 12 year old heart. My mother had the power to reduce my foolishness with only that phrase. With only a disproving look and those quietly spoken words, I was reduced to shame. Couldn't she have just spanked me and gotten it over with? A quick kapow to the bum would have been less painful than the "disappointment speech". As a parent to a young adult, I too, know what it is to be disappointed in my child's decisions. I understand how it hurts to hear of his wayward choices that he calls fun. I know the burden of carrying my child's disappointing choices so close to my heart they almost become my own. Don't misunderstand me. My son is A-mazing. He defends my, and your, freedom on a daily basis. He sees the positive in his adventures in Afghanistan. He can crack jokes about the amount of sand found in every crack and crevice of his body. He can laugh and make light of his accomplishments in the mil