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I make a concerted effort not to judge others. Sometimes I fail ... miserably.
Take, for example, Cam's girlfriend who, in the name of anonymity, we'll call Rhonda.
Let me start by saying I don't think a 14 year old boy needs a girlfriend - especially not a 17 year old girlfriend. Yes, I understand that Cam looks older than he is, but the bottom line remains that a 17 year old is looking for different things in a relationship than a 14 year old is ... at least I think they are. I didn't have a "real" boyfriend until I was 17 and I know what I had on my mind.
I judge.
Rhonda is a nice girl. She is always respectful and polite. She seems to possess some common sense and generally has a solid moral compass. Her parents are hard-working folks who struggle to do right by their family. But they live in a trailer park. Three generations, NINE people in a single wide, 3-bedroom mobile home.
I judge.
Rhonda and I (and both of her parents) became friends on Facebook. In the last two weeks Rhonda has joined the following Facebook Groups:
Rhonda likes Apparently saying "Ok" is smart-mouthing your parents when they're angry
Rhonda likes Mom I love you... but u be trippin sometimes.
Rhonda likes I would vote to legalize Marijuana & Hemp
Rhonda likes morning sex :)
Rhonda has also posted the following status updates (for the record, all of her status updates are in this "tone", with this type of grammar and punctuation):
wow...life is hectic and crazy.. 3 people moving in wit us in 1 month.. bills are crazy... and skewl is about to end....
took a walk... kikd it wit da guyz n just chiiiiillleeeddd...had an amazing time catchin up on old jokes n the kid days
I judge.
Rhonda smokes. Rhonda's parents know she smokes. Rhonda's parents purchase cigarettes for Rhonda.
I judge.
I hate being judged. I expect people to look beyond the surface and get to know me for me, not for my appearance, my possessions or where I live. But in this situation? When it comes to my son?
I judge.
I make a concerted effort not to judge others. Sometimes I fail ... miserably.Take, for example, Cam's girlfriend who, in the name of anonymity, we'll call Rhonda.
Let me start by saying I don't think a 14 year old boy needs a girlfriend - especially not a 17 year old girlfriend. Yes, I understand that Cam looks older than he is, but the bottom line remains that a 17 year old is looking for different things in a relationship than a 14 year old is ... at least I think they are. I didn't have a "real" boyfriend until I was 17 and I know what I had on my mind.
I judge.
Rhonda is a nice girl. She is always respectful and polite. She seems to possess some common sense and generally has a solid moral compass. Her parents are hard-working folks who struggle to do right by their family. But they live in a trailer park. Three generations, NINE people in a single wide, 3-bedroom mobile home.
I judge.
Rhonda and I (and both of her parents) became friends on Facebook. In the last two weeks Rhonda has joined the following Facebook Groups:
Rhonda likes Apparently saying "Ok" is smart-mouthing your parents when they're angry
Rhonda likes Mom I love you... but u be trippin sometimes.
Rhonda likes I would vote to legalize Marijuana & Hemp
Rhonda likes morning sex :)
Rhonda has also posted the following status updates (for the record, all of her status updates are in this "tone", with this type of grammar and punctuation):
wow...life is hectic and crazy.. 3 people moving in wit us in 1 month.. bills are crazy... and skewl is about to end....
took a walk... kikd it wit da guyz n just chiiiiillleeeddd...had an amazing time catchin up on old jokes n the kid days
I judge.
Rhonda smokes. Rhonda's parents know she smokes. Rhonda's parents purchase cigarettes for Rhonda.
I judge.
I hate being judged. I expect people to look beyond the surface and get to know me for me, not for my appearance, my possessions or where I live. But in this situation? When it comes to my son?
I judge.
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