Our Dads Are Cool, They Have Guns
Do you expect me to protect my family with a wooden spoon?
After spending the day with two of her best friends, my fifth grader walked into the kitchen and stood there, looking sad.
What’s up?
7 & 11 said their dads are cool because they have guns. They said daddy wouldn’t be able to protect us if someone broke into our house. I told them we would just call the police. They said there wouldn’t be enough time. I told them we’re an anti-gun family. 7 showed me the locked black box where her dad keeps the guns.
Did 7 mention what kind of guns? A rifle and pistol and BB guns.
Do you feel scared? No.
Do you feel kind of left out because 7 & 11 have that in common? I guess so. Yeah.
What followed was a conversation about differences and how we love our friends and family no less. I kept talking, possibly too long. “Okay, mom. I get it,” she said, backing away from the 16 oz. can of mom talk she’d opened. I told her I was proud of her principles and reminded her what awesome humans her friends are (and they truly are) and that they love her no less for being anti-gun. Just like I love daddy even though he watches golf.
