by Zardoz » Sun 18 Feb 2007, 13:23:01
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Gideon', 'I') get it now...
You wish.
My brother was born in 1933. He had exactly the kind of childhood that you advocate: One of four kids, stay-at-home Grade AA traditional mom, Christian upbringing, residence in a conservative smallish midwestern city, devoted, super-responsible parents with a rock-solid marriage (that lasted 54 years), hard-working diligent father that set a perfect example of male responsibility, traditional no-nonsense discipline, etc., etc., etc.
Of the four of us, only he was hyper. Only he was a problem child. Both of my folks were constantly making visits to his schools to talk to faculty and staff about his antics. It was one thing after another with him.
But only him. The rest of us were perfect little angels.
He was smarter than we other three kids combined, and once he discovered how heavy doses of nicotine could settle his thoughts, control his impulses, and clear his thinking, he zipped through college in a breeze. He joined the Army, went as far as you could go as an enlisted man, making non-commissioned officer (specializing in Hawk missile systems), and retired with full benefits after twenty years.
The heavy smoking (four or five packs a day) took its terrible toll, of course. By the time he was in his early fifties, his emphysema was so bad he would get winded just talking on the phone. His body gave out from lack of oxygen.
His story is like so many others I've heard. I don't know how many families I've known that had just one kid that was a handful while the others were paragons of virtue.
Where do you think the term "black sheep of the family" came from? It happens all the time. Sure, the "nurture" factor is huge, but "nature" takes precedence over everything else. If the raw material is flawed, it doesn't matter what attempts are made to shape it and mold it.
Like I said, having kids is a crapshoot. You roll the dice every time. Sometimes you don't get the roll you were hoping for.