This is a hard post for me to write, but the real purpose of my writing is to talk about more than just the pretty moments in life. There are real bumps and bruises along the path of parenthood; moments we would rather didn’t happen… but they do happen. Aren’t those the ones we learn from the most?
Like many parents, gun play makes me very uncomfortable. Having my otherwise sweet children look at someone and say, “Bang Bang! I shoot you!” makes me cringe and worries me about what lies underneath those impulses. Is this anti-social behavior or just something many children (especially boys) are drawn to from a primal place?