I can't believe I'm going to say this out loud...
There are too many ugly parents in the world.
Yes, this is judgmental. Yes, it's a horrible thing to say and I don't mean to single anyone out, but I'm tired of pretending they don't exist. Maybe my time in Los Angeles has frayed my fuse. Stay with me if you can.
I'm sitting here at the park right now watching my son making sandcastles (AKA mounds of sand) and my gaze snags on something unsightly. I can't take it anymore so I'm writing this down ... on my phone. I'm watching a dad. He's the ugliest thing I've ever seen. Grotesque.
His kid, in their own way, is just as hideous. Is it simply genetics? Did he work hard to get this way? Did he grow up not caring about how he looked? Maybe the reason his kid cries so much is from having such a repulsive father.
Ugly people like him, they walk around and spread their disfigurement. I wonder if they know it. It's one thing to be ugly and not know, but this guy acts like he knows damn well how he appears and doesn't care.
So, I'm at attention on this bench, debating how to tell this dad just how ugly he is. But then my conscience or decency or whatever, let's just call it my 'second guessing voice', speaks up. 'Who the hell are you to drop the hammer, Charlie?' Some onlookers would probably cheer while others cringe. I cringe when I see people approach strangers for less. There's no question it would be out-of-place and irresponsible of me. Society's social veneer has me prisoner for the moment.
But a thought begins to burn a hole, 'hopefully he won't have any more children' because you know he'd just be passing it on to them. And those kids then grow up ugly and theirs too. It never ends.
This man is robbing the world of its beauty, one day at a time, by his mere existence. It occurs to me that the reason for my hatred is perhaps unconscious identification with my own ugliness. That may well be true. I've got the scars and misshapenness too. But this guy has the market cornered.
I'm unable to stop myself. I walk over to him, now out of ear-shot of his kids. He stands there texting, probably some disgusting thing to another ghastly person, leaning against a wall. He reeks of unpleasantness. His ugly face vomits out an ugly word, "What?"
"Stop hitting your kids. I'm watching you."
You'll recognize them by the ugliness of their actions.
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I'm glad to see some posters here saying they would have welcomed someone speaking up when they were young. I don't know if I helped, hurt, or had no impact at all, but it would have felt wrong to do nothing.
If that "father" is behaving like that in public, though, I don't want to think about how he is behind closed doors.
Amateurism...I'm sure you're a fine father--for being so young and wet behind the ears with it...
You didn't, however, do anyone--excepting your-own-self-righteous-self--any darn good with your handling of the 'ugly' man.
Ok, tell him not to hit his kid. Tell him that you're watching. Swell your chest and relish in what you imagine is boot shaking.
You probably just ensured an extra whack for the kid. You certainly didn't curtail any future abuse. And nobody wins the Nobel Children's Prize for pressuring a problem parent.
Look, the ugly man needs help. He probably has taken enough belittling from his boss, his wife, his father and his self-loathing self. You want to spare the child from getting smacked? you have to help his father up out of his ugly problem.
Get sympathetic. Relate to the man. Kids are difficult, life sucks, the future is already past.
Befriend him. Discover what's eating at him. Offer him a hand, lighten his load.
This is how a good father help the child from the ugly in his parents.
(But you don't have to take my word for it. Go ask a psychologist. Get some professional advice.)
The wrong thing to do is nothing when you're conscience is nagging you. I spoke to him. I didn't threaten him with violence. I used words. I didn't beat the man as much as a part of me felt compelled to physically intervene.
And let's be frank, you were not there and have no context. You don't know about the countless times I've opted out of saying something, chosen words over force, been sympathetic to people in my life. I'm generally a very chary person.
I hope those kids didn't catch more "punishment" at home but I wanted them to know someone else agreed with them, agreed with their instinct that what was happening was wrong.
Maybe you should ask a professional about conflict resolution. Or perhaps find out why you wage such heavy claims on me about being an amateur, cocky, etc.
And for the record, no idea what the carpenter quotes is in reference to...
The reconsider my comment to you...
Or, if you've courage enough, while writing now your HowToBeADad entries--consider what an older, more experienced and much wiser grandfather might say to you regarding the advice your youthful self is currently dispensing without a license...
Hint: if you don't feel the 'I should have realized' chagrin today, over what you wrote a year and a half ago--whatever that may have been--then you aren't experiencing the only decent reason for an individual to continue writing at all...
Quite truly, I wish you more luck, more ability to absorb pain and certainly more self-contented success--in all your self-actualizing and fatherly related endeavors--than most of us wrinkled s.o.b.s ever even began to realize.
Charlie, you say your not courageous, and that's okay but if you see the father again, and you see him abusing his child, not spanking, please, pretty please, call 911 and get the kid away from that man.
Standing up for children who are being beaten by lazy parents is one thing, but interfering with discipline of children because of misplaced judgment is another. Parenting is hard enough without others looking down their noses at me because I know my own child and I know best how to discipline him. Perhaps by being more willing to call out abusive, lazy parenting, we will also encourage and support those parents who are doing their best in a world where rearing a child doesn't come with a manual.
Twenty-three years later, I still suffer from ptsd, but am determined beyond anything to *never* treat my children the way I was treated.
Stand up for kids. If you've never been a beaten child, if you've never been physically and/or verbally abused, you can never know what it does to them for the rest of their lives. All it takes is you to step in and say something - it WILL make a difference. You can be a kid's hero.
"It occurs to me that the reason for my hatred is perhaps unconscious identification with my own ugliness. That may well be true. I've got the scars and misshapenness too”?
I can think of two possible interpretations, neither of which I would wish on you or anybody else.