It's funny that you posted this Tracy. I had planned on going to a peace rally today and so did my oldest son. I decided not to go because I really believe it to be a useless exercise based on the unreality that weapons inspectors are going to manage to do anything, and that is all the UN has given us. Hadn't talked to my son about it, and he was supposed to be home around noon for us to go. Instead he called about 11:30 and told me he wouldn't be going. I figured it was because he had been out late and didn't feel like it, or because the wind chill is again below 0, but no, this is what he told me.
"The Freaking French! How convientantly they forget history! Not only that if it wasn't for the fact that they asked for our help in Vietnam we probably wouldn't have gone there in the first place. Then just because they are who they are, they leave us there to fight what they started in the first place! (He's as up on history as I am, imagine that
) Basicly he felt that since we have been left alone, then we are going to do what has to be done. Didn't feel the need to go to a Peace Rally because of it.
Spacenurse, I have always taught my children not to fight. But if they are hit first they have every right to hit back. My oldest has been in one fist fight. A boy at school threatened my daughter, grabbing her arm at a school dance. Why? Because this boy had been threatening my son repeatedly and Ray would simply walk away as he had been taught to do. So this kid went after my daughter instead. The dance was a Friday night. On Monday morning I got a phone call that I knew was the school before I answered it. 10 minutes after 8. The school informed me that my son had been in a fight and I needed to come get him since he was now suspended. I knew what had happened before the principal could tell me. I talked to Ray on the phone and I asked only two questions. Was he hurt and did he win. When I got to the school I was informed that my son had hit the other boy to the point that both of his eyes were swelled shut and a tooth knocked out. I informed the principal that had the school done something, anything, 6 months earlier about the situation than it would never have come to this in the first place, but that they had chosen to ignore the situation. The pricipal then informed me that my son was suspended for 5 days. My response was, well, deer season starts tomorrow, guess he'll have plenty of time to hunt. And we left.
None of my children have ever had a problem with a bully again. The boy who caused the problem to begin with ended up in juvenile boot camp for drug possession. My son is in his Freshman year of college. Sometimes you just have to stand up for yourself, especially when the powers that be won't.