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I Never Thought My Son Would Play With Guns
What happened to my gentle little boy who would cradle his dolls if they happened to fall on the ground? Where is the boy who would never consider the possibility of intentionally hurting another? And where did this one, who pretends to shoot others, come from? “My son will never do that,” I used to say.
Guns first showed up last year. Amidst his love affair with Mary Poppins and Annie, he also started asking about weapons. He wanted me to cut a gun out of cardboard so he could take it to school. Mortified, I imagined his teachers’ reactions when they saw it.
We talked about how guns are best used for protection, only by those whose job it is to protect — the police, the army. I told myself that he was interested in guns in the same way he was interested in a policeman’s pad, handcuffs and hat — fun tools of the trade.
My own associations to guns and violence are not the same as my son’s. At just the mention of guns, I feel a wave of sadness and despondence. I think about school shootings, accidental shootings in homes with guns, and wars.”
Must not be a dad in the picture. This woman is trying to raise her boy to be a girl.
And she claims to be a therapist. Anyone getting advice from her is getting robbed.