Oh my dear! I think that this is where the great divide, the line sharply defining and separating men and women from each other actually lies. I don't think many of us will ever understand the male psyche in it's need to settle scores violently. As a mother I would be like you, cringing with the thought of my son getting seriously hurt, and in fact, I go through this process frequently.
I have a son who for reasons I will never, ever understand, decided since he was quite young that boxing was the coolest thing in the world. Nowdays he is constantly training and practicing for boxing in all his free time and wants to be a professional. Recently, right before Thanksgiving, he actually arranged for a match before an audience with ticket purchases and all. Naturally, he really wanted Mom and little sister to be there, to which we both said no waaay!!!! For me, the thought of seeing my boy getting knocked around is akin to torture, plus, what about those beautiful teeth which got straightened out thanks to my hard work at putting together enough money to afford braces?!?!? What about brain damage from repeated blows to the brain. Forgive me if I sound nasty, but don't all boxers sound kinda stupid? Isn't the whole, entire premise of training to knock others around and having spectators cheering on in and of itself completely ridiculous and stupid?!?!
So you see, I have gone through this entire process and can understand how you feel Molly, perfectly. There is only one ore thing that bothers me more though, in your son's case. This is not about a sport (absurd as that sounds to me), but about someone else's deliberate attempt at causing harm. When I manage to quiet down my estrogen enough, I can sort of understand the need for males to assert their honor in ways that would be very different from most females. But the problem here is the times we are living in and the things to which young people have access these days. If this is just a dumb fist fight, then you could just learn to cringe in silence as the whole thing is carried out. But if there is any danger of pulling out weapons, or others joining the fight unexpectedly, then I would say that something more direct has to be done to impede the cofrontation. I think this is something that your husband and you will have to think thoroughly and investigate the other kid's background if possible. I know that here in California there is a real gang mentality among the kids, and that is probably what this kid hates in your son, why, "he's different"....can't have that!
I support you in your desirte to see this whole thing just go away, but more importantly I know it has to be faced. Funny how we can be so strong in facing the onslaughts of life, and yet shiver when it involves our babies getting hurt. Your husband and you will have to look at this long and hard and act upon a realistic conclusion. Should you let "boys be boys", or do you need to step in as parents and stop a possible bad scene. Either way, fear is our worst enemy.
May peace and good-will fall upon your family like a soft blanket this New Year, and follow and cover you into all your paths. :-)
I pronounce many blessings to you.
Hi Blue Rose,
Thank you for your concern and encouragement. As far as being at my son's boxing matches, I don't think that he is particularly heart broken by my not being around for that. My son and I had a very difficult time in the past, thanks to his Dad's rabid passive-aggression, (long stories) but now that he's older he understands things much better. I was always very loving and supportive of him while growing up and so we have a very affectionate relationship. He knows I'm behind him in all things that are good for him, even if some of those things may not be my own personal preferences. However when it comes to the boxing, I have a very hard time thinking about, much less watching him getting hurt.
My son is a young adult, so it's not like he really needs mommy to be around if he should get hurt. He has a wonderful girlfriend with whom he's been since high school, so I'm sure he would rather have her near him than me if something God forbid should go wrong. He also knows from experience, that no matter what may be, no matter what he does or doesn't do, when the going gets rough, Mom is always there. He actualy thinks I'm the most laughable creature on earth for worrying about his teeth so much, but darn it, he has a beautiful smile which took a lot of work to achieve, I'd absolutely hate to see him get broken teeth!!!!
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I wonder how you picked the name Blue Rose? I have always been fascinated by the idea of blue roses ever since I saw The Thief of Bagdad as a kid. The guy would fly on a winged white horse, Pegassus, to find a blue rose to hand the maiden of his affections. I used to keep fake blue roses all over the house and dream of finding a real one. When I got married I carried a bouquet of blue roses, ....AND, I almost picked that as my Curezone handle, but then I went with my own nickname. :-)
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...which leads me to disseminate the view that no one asking for help should be subjected to sophomoric pecker comparisons.
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