This is a bit of 'I don't know what to say or do' because I really don't.
Last night I got word that a neighbors 14 year young son committed suicide by hanging himself in his bedroom. His grandmother found him.
My first reaction was heart break. The communication links in the neighborhood between friends started to kick in and more information came out. The poor kid was having a lot of problems leading up to the tragedy. He was having trouble with substances abuse, he got expelled from school the day before for carrying booze to school. He was confronted by the principal and the police, so there was a suspicion that he may have been headed to the Sheriff's Ranch and he had just broken up with his girl friend.
We saw this boy a couple of times a month. He was at a neighborhood get together just last month and we never saw any signs of any of this coming. He was friendly and out-going. He seemed to have his world by the reigns.
Obviously his mom and dad are crushed. His baby sister doesn't know what has happened yet. She was rushed off to a friends house and just told there was something 'bad' at the house and I don't know what Grandmom is going through.
I can't help but thinking that the dad has to be blaming himself for this. I think we all would look inside and ask "what did I do wrong?". He is a strict disciplinarian and he has said time and again he disciplines his son so his son would develop discipline. I know I would blame myself for being too tough, or for not listening, or a whole host of self-incriminations if I was in his shoes right now. But the father and son always seemed to be good with each other when we saw them together.
I'm not sure what I'm trying to say here. It seems my fingers are on autopilot. My time with a growing child is long gone. My son is grown and left the nest some time ago. We had our good times and some pretty rough times when things were said and done that neither of us were proud of but we got through those times. There were times when I want to kill him but never any times that he thought he couldn't talk it out with his mom and me. I guess I am blessed.
I'm probably the last person to give anyone child rearing advise so I'll pass along something I read. Hold your children close, listen to them. Don't just hear what they are saying, look them in the eye when you talk so you can see their soul and they can see yours. Love them as you want to be loved and hold them close when they most need it.
Thanks for letting me ramble.
Last night I got word that a neighbors 14 year young son committed suicide by hanging himself in his bedroom. His grandmother found him.
My first reaction was heart break. The communication links in the neighborhood between friends started to kick in and more information came out. The poor kid was having a lot of problems leading up to the tragedy. He was having trouble with substances abuse, he got expelled from school the day before for carrying booze to school. He was confronted by the principal and the police, so there was a suspicion that he may have been headed to the Sheriff's Ranch and he had just broken up with his girl friend.
We saw this boy a couple of times a month. He was at a neighborhood get together just last month and we never saw any signs of any of this coming. He was friendly and out-going. He seemed to have his world by the reigns.
Obviously his mom and dad are crushed. His baby sister doesn't know what has happened yet. She was rushed off to a friends house and just told there was something 'bad' at the house and I don't know what Grandmom is going through.
I can't help but thinking that the dad has to be blaming himself for this. I think we all would look inside and ask "what did I do wrong?". He is a strict disciplinarian and he has said time and again he disciplines his son so his son would develop discipline. I know I would blame myself for being too tough, or for not listening, or a whole host of self-incriminations if I was in his shoes right now. But the father and son always seemed to be good with each other when we saw them together.
I'm not sure what I'm trying to say here. It seems my fingers are on autopilot. My time with a growing child is long gone. My son is grown and left the nest some time ago. We had our good times and some pretty rough times when things were said and done that neither of us were proud of but we got through those times. There were times when I want to kill him but never any times that he thought he couldn't talk it out with his mom and me. I guess I am blessed.
I'm probably the last person to give anyone child rearing advise so I'll pass along something I read. Hold your children close, listen to them. Don't just hear what they are saying, look them in the eye when you talk so you can see their soul and they can see yours. Love them as you want to be loved and hold them close when they most need it.
Thanks for letting me ramble.