Thursday, November 17, 2011

An Ounce of Prevention

I am afraid.

There are things going on in the world, as they always have, that scare me. I have brought you into a world where malice, evil and seemingly the devil roams freely. One day you'll pickup a newspaper (if they're still around) and we'll go through the stories found in it. I will give you some background information on current stories, world stories and will try to help you make sense of the craziness that is contained within those pages. Hopefully you won't hate your mother and I for bringing you into this mess.

Recent outrage.

Lately the big headlines have had to deal with Penn State University; a tragedy that I wish not to speak on. I waited to write another post to you as I did not want my anger to distort the messages that I want to leave for you. One day you will learn that there are times when it is better to wait until you have gotten control over your emotions before you speak. Words after they are spoken/written are hard to take back and almost impossible to explain away. The one thing I will say about the recent revelations is that it makes me feel good about the decisions that your mother and I have made in the way we are raising you.

My duty.

If I am responsible for anything in life it is to protect you. I want you to get the most of out of this life; I will be the one doing the risk management. We love that you take ballet and gymnastics; it makes my heart melt seeing you enjoying these activities. Eventually you will move on to other things, maybe sports or music, and you will do so without having to fear meeting the worst of our society. Because of the world we live in I cannot "trust" that a coach, teacher, etc will not do something improper. You might hate that I am the only father driving you to school or picking you up from dances, or God forbid trying to chaperon the event. You'll understand one day.

A pound of cure.

"An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure", said Benjamin Franklin. I will take every precaution to ensure that something like what happened in Penn State happens in our lives. The pound of cure might include your life destroyed, mines behind bars and your mother's filled with hatred and rage. I will then continue to be that crazy, over-protective father that you will get to know and continue to love.