What if Adrian Peterson and Ray Rice were your sons?
Posted by Candy Woodall
September 18, 2014
Candy Woodall is the business reporter for The York Dispatch, wife to the funniest man alive and mother of four joyful children who unfortunately act just like their parents.
Recent NFL scandals have had many sports analysts asking, “What if Janay Rice was your daughter?”
They often answer their own questions and tell viewers if their daughter was the wife of the former Baltimore Ravens running back, Ray Rice, they would demand justice for the abuse depicted in a video first shared by TMZ.
The incident has sparked much debate, an investigation by a former FBI director and calls for the resignation of NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell.
Less than a week later, news broke that Minnesota Viking running back Adrian Peterson was indicted on a child abuse charge.
Again, analysts started asking questions: “What if you were the child’s mother? If your children were friends, would you ever let your child go to his house?”
The question we need to be asking more is, what if Ray Rice and Adrian Peterson were your sons?
Too many mothers either bury their heads in the sand or blatantly lie for their children when they know they’re at fault.
That’s not loyalty. That’s not good parenting.
Most of the time it looks like nothing more than someone refusing to admit their child is not perfect for fear of how it reflects on them. Mothers are afraid to admit their child screwed up because that might mean they screwed up, and perfect moms never screw up.
Children are human beings, and human beings make mistakes. Children grow into adults, and adults make even bigger mistakes. Sometimes they even commit crimes.
That doesn’t mean they had a terrible mother.
People just lose their way sometimes.
All kinds of moms have produced criminals. All kinds of moms have raised heroes. And, in the end, nearly all of us end up with our own brand of crazy.
One of the major differences is being the mom who is willing to admit your child needs help. Do that. Then get them the help they need. Hold their hands. Be there through every step of their recovery. Be their rock. Be their parent, not their enabler.
That’s what I would do for all of my children.
If my sons were Ray Rice and Adrian Peterson, I wouldn’t stop loving them. We have an unconditional bond, and nothing will ever break it.
But they would be sure what they’ve done is wrong, and they would face the consequences of their actions.
My 7-year-old son, Ty, once asked me about bullying after he sat through a school assembly. “Mom, do the police take you away if you bully someone?”
“If things go too far, yes they can,” I said.
“Do bullies go to the principal’s office?” he said.
“If they’re in school, sure. But you know what’s worse than the principal or police if my son has bullied someone?” I said.
“What?” he said.
“Me,” I said.
It’s easy with a 7 year old. I imagine it’s much harder with an adult child who has the access and ability to make as many mistakes as possible.
As mothers, I think our first instinct is to protect our children. But we’re not protecting them if we’re covering up for them, making excuses for them and lying for them.
We must always be the parent, never the accomplice.
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