I am WAY out of the current events loop. I make a valiant attempt to watch the news each morning, but it’s harder than you think. H is constantly asking to watch a show as soon as he wakes up, and then there’s a need for milk, and then of course the obligatory morning poop, which both my children feel the need to do before my first cup of coffee. Well, it was hard to miss the headlines about the Baltimore rioting, and thankfully the news hit my Facebook page. That way I was able to read about it instead of trying to hear about over my children’s endless demands.

I really don’t know where I stand on the whole thing, because, as I said, I was distracted by my children so I didn’t get a good handle on all of the details. On one hand, why the hell are people burning down a drug store over the death of a man? I get it, I get the importance and the significance of the death. But it’s a drug store. And then I wonder what in God’s name are cops doing THROWING rocks at people? Isn’t there a more, umm, adult way of going about things?

But, I am not a news blogger. I am a mommy blogger. And that is what brings me to write about this particular topic. We all saw the mom in the yellow shirt hauling her son off the scene of the crime. Many people were so impressed that this woman took ownership of her child that they began to refer to her as Mom of the Year.  I mean, where are the other people’s moms during all of this? But then I watched the video. The mom of the kid who was committing violent and abusive crimes was beating the absolute shit out of her kid. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. This struck me as wrong, and I cringed every time she slapped her son. I was pulled away from these images by a request for cereal, but they did not leave my mind.

I thought long and hard about this mom and her son, as I am sure many mothers of sons have been doing over the last few days. At first I wanted to proclaim that this mom was doing the right thing because she came and removed her kid from the situation. Then I was mortified because she was hitting him. After all, her son was obviously using the tactics with which he was raised to attempt to solve a problem and stand up for his beliefs. That video doesn’t show us how the mother was brought up. That mother doesn’t tell us anything about her life. And yet millions of us are going to sit in our living rooms and judge her. How many times did she cry because she couldn’t get to the grocery store with unruly small children hanging out of the shopping cart? Did she stay up late at night with her kid when he was sick (and where were the video cameras then?) What were her child’s parent teacher conferences like? Could she even attend them, or was she working? How was she raised? Did she suffer abuse herself? For whichever side you’re on, if you’re taking a stance about this woman’s actions, you’re passing judgment. So many moms and dads are willing to do this these days, and in truth, most of us are doing the very best with the hand we were dealt.

Author: livefromtimeout

When I'm not refereeing my two children, I like to workout and drink wine. But not at the same time. Teaching happens to be my vocation and my passion.

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