FB post on parent shaming/blaming - hoping this one goes viral

[creekmom]

I saw this post in my fb feed today, and I wanted to share it here. I doubt anyone in this forum would blame parents for tragedies, but I still wanted others to read it. I'm really hoping it goes viral!

 

 

 

4BoysMother- Melissa Fenton, Writer

15 hrs ·

 

Parents, I beg of you, stop blaming and shaming other parents.

 

35 years ago, a mom shopping in a Sears department store went to go look at lamps, and left her six year old with another group of boys, who were all trying out the new Atari game at a kiosk. That boy’s name was Adam Walsh.

 

30 years ago, an 18 month old toddler playing in her aunt’s backyard fell into a well. Rescuers worked nonstop for 58 hours, finally freeing “Baby Jessica†from the well.

 

In both cases a tragedy happened, an unforeseen tragic accident took place which left Adam dead, and a toddler fighting for her life deep underground. But they also has something else in common; they had an entire country of moms and dads supporting the grieving parents.

 

Let me repeat that, EVERYONE SUPPORTED THE RESCUE EFFORTS WITHOUT BLAME. NO BLAME. None. ZERO.

 

No questions asked, not one single “Where were the parents?†comment. Just a country of other moms and dads, grandmas and grandpas watching in horror as a set of parents, one of their own, went through the unthinkable. Adam was our son. Jessica was our baby daughter.

 

THOSE PARENTS WERE US.

 

Flash forward to 2016, the year of THE PERFECT PARENT.

 

Yesterday, a two year old boy, splashing in the magical lakefront waters of a Disney Resort, succumbed to the wilds of mother nature. An aggressive alligator scooped him out of the water, right under the watch of his father, who attempted to fight with the alligator to free his baby son. Pure horror. Sheer Terror. Parents who actually had to watch their baby be taken from them, as if they were in some African nature documentary.

 

A tragic and unforeseeable accident. An accident.

 

I weep for this mother and father. I am sick with anguish for the pain, agony, misery, and regret pulsating through their viens this very second. And I bet you are too.

 

But not everyone is.

 

You see, we now live in a time where accidents are not allowed happen. You heard me. Accidents, of any form, in any way, and at any time, well, they just don’t happen anymore.

 

Why? Because BLAME and SHAME.

 

Because we have become a nation of BLAMERS and SHAMERS.

 

And how are accidents allowed to happen if we can’t blame someone? Surly, they can’t, right? I mean, random acts of nature, unpreventable tragedies, and fateful life changing events that take place in a matter of nanoseconds cannot possibly take place if everyone is being a responsible parent, right? NOPE.

 

They can’t, because this country and its population of perfect pitchfork carrying mothers and fathers sitting behind keyboards needs to accuse. They NEED TO BLAME, to disparage, to criticize in every damn way and at every damn corner, the parenting of another.

 

And when do they really get to lick their blaming chops? When a tragic accident happens. That’s when the pouncing is at its freshest, when raw emotion and ignorance collide, and they dig their word claws in, and take hold of whatever grace these grieving mothers and fathers have left in their souls.

 

And then they tear it out.

 

Listen to me very clearly perfect parents, VERY CLEARLY.

 

I’VE HAD ENOUGH.

 

I’ve had enough of scrolling through comment threads and seeing over and over again questions like “Where were the parents?†and thoughts like, “This is what happens when you don’t watch your kids.â€

 

I have simply HAD ENOUGH.

 

I have one question for the blaming and shaming moms and dads. You know the ones who immediately blame the parents, the ones who go on the internet and type comments like, “This is nothing but neglect by the parents,†and “They should have known better. Who was watching that little boy?†and my favorite, “I would never let that happen to my kid.â€

 

Here is my question,

 

Have you ever been to a child’s funeral before?

 

I have.

 

The funeral of a child is an event in life that you never, ever want to experience.

 

Now let me ask you another question.

 

In the coming week these parents will fly back to their home in Nebraska without one of their children. They will leave a vacation resort, packing up his Buzz Lightyear pajamas and his favorite blanket, and they will make an excruciatingly difficult journey home. A journey that they never in a million years thought they would be making.

 

They will meet with a funeral director, pick out a tiny casket, a tiny burial suit, and surrounded by family, they will bury their baby boy.

 

And they will suffer every single day for the rest of their life.

 

At the funeral for this two year boy who died in front of his parents, can you do me a favor? Can you walk up to the mother and say the words that you just typed out last week? Can you? Can you greet her, hug her, shake the father’s hand and then say, “ Who was watching that little boy? You should have known better. I would never let that happen to MY child.â€

 

Can you do that for me? I mean, you felt those words so deeply in your heart and soul that you typed them for a million people to read. Certainly you can say it straight to the faces of the people you meant it for, right?

 

Here, let me help you.

 

Put away your pitchfork for a moment and try this.

 

To the mother and father who went for a walk on vacation for the last time with their little boy yesterday, I am deeply sorry that you had to experience the worst kind of tragedy possible, an accident. I grieve with you. Your baby was my baby. Your son was my son. I have nothing but love for you, love to help you get though the pain yesterday, today, and for what is gonna seem like a thousand tomorrows. I wrap my thoughts and prayers around your aching heart and soul. May the God of this universe in some miraculous way bring peace to you and your family.

 

That is what you say. THAT. And just THAT.

 

Stop the blaming.

 

Stop the shaming.

 

In their darkest hours, can we please just LOVE other parents. Please?

[kewb]

I actually shared this on my facebook page this morning. She nailed it.

 

I am tired of public shaming and blaming. Parenting is difficult enough without the internet behaving like total jackasses.

[gardenmom5]

This is a more public version of the 'job's comfoters'. If they can twist it to being the parents fault, they tell themselves that 'accident ' won't happen to them.

 

Until it does. . . .

[PrincessMommy]

yes, she nailed it.

 

 

[TranquilMind]

I agree. Blame is ridiculous. This was a tragic accident that could happen in a heartbeat

[Guest]

I am glad I am not on FB to have had to read all of the scorn towards the parents, but thank you for posting what you did. It's nice to know someone stood up to the pitchfork crowd.

[Incognito]

Why has our society gotten to a place where people need to make these kinds of speeches? 

 

I agree with the author (that the shaming is horrible and we as a society should support instead), but I am also left wondering why this person feels the need to act like everyone's mother and tell them how they should behave.  

 

Maybe I'm not expressing myself well, but I wish less and less things would go viral - rants about the death AND rants about people ranting about the death.  

 

It all seems so ridiculous for people to be spouting off their opinions to the void of cyberspace and expecting something from it.  

 

Rants on either side are just going to be "preaching to the choir".    

 

[TechWife]

 

It all seems so ridiculous for people to be spouting off their opinions to the void of cyberspace and expecting something from it.  

 

Rants on either side are just going to be "preaching to the choir".    

 

Cyberspace isn't a void. You and I are both here, as are billions of other people. 

 

I don't think the post in question is a rant. It's a plea. I personally, have learned quite a bit from reading blogs and considering other opinions. In fact, I have changed my opinion on more than one issue. Not everyone is shallow enough to only read what supports their current position. 

[4arrows]

I saw this post in my fb feed today, and I wanted to share it here. I doubt anyone in this forum would blame parents for tragedies, but I still wanted others to read it. I'm really hoping it goes viral!

 

 

 

4BoysMother- Melissa Fenton, Writer

15 hrs ·

 

Parents, I beg of you, stop blaming and shaming other parents.

 

35 years ago, a mom shopping in a Sears department store went to go look at lamps, and left her six year old with another group of boys, who were all trying out the new Atari game at a kiosk. That boy’s name was Adam Walsh.

 

30 years ago, an 18 month old toddler playing in her aunt’s backyard fell into a well. Rescuers worked nonstop for 58 hours, finally freeing “Baby Jessica†from the well.

 

In both cases a tragedy happened, an unforeseen tragic accident took place which left Adam dead, and a toddler fighting for her life deep underground. But they also has something else in common; they had an entire country of moms and dads supporting the grieving parents.

 

Let me repeat that, EVERYONE SUPPORTED THE RESCUE EFFORTS WITHOUT BLAME. NO BLAME. None. ZERO.

 

No questions asked, not one single “Where were the parents?†comment. Just a country of other moms and dads, grandmas and grandpas watching in horror as a set of parents, one of their own, went through the unthinkable. Adam was our son. Jessica was our baby daughter.

 

THOSE PARENTS WERE US.

 

Flash forward to 2016, the year of THE PERFECT PARENT.

 

Yesterday, a two year old boy, splashing in the magical lakefront waters of a Disney Resort, succumbed to the wilds of mother nature. An aggressive alligator scooped him out of the water, right under the watch of his father, who attempted to fight with the alligator to free his baby son. Pure horror. Sheer Terror. Parents who actually had to watch their baby be taken from them, as if they were in some African nature documentary.

 

A tragic and unforeseeable accident. An accident.

 

I weep for this mother and father. I am sick with anguish for the pain, agony, misery, and regret pulsating through their viens this very second. And I bet you are too.

 

But not everyone is.

 

You see, we now live in a time where accidents are not allowed happen. You heard me. Accidents, of any form, in any way, and at any time, well, they just don’t happen anymore.

 

Why? Because BLAME and SHAME.

 

Because we have become a nation of BLAMERS and SHAMERS.

 

And how are accidents allowed to happen if we can’t blame someone? Surly, they can’t, right? I mean, random acts of nature, unpreventable tragedies, and fateful life changing events that take place in a matter of nanoseconds cannot possibly take place if everyone is being a responsible parent, right? NOPE.

 

They can’t, because this country and its population of perfect pitchfork carrying mothers and fathers sitting behind keyboards needs to accuse. They NEED TO BLAME, to disparage, to criticize in every damn way and at every damn corner, the parenting of another.

 

And when do they really get to lick their blaming chops? When a tragic accident happens. That’s when the pouncing is at its freshest, when raw emotion and ignorance collide, and they dig their word claws in, and take hold of whatever grace these grieving mothers and fathers have left in their souls.

 

And then they tear it out.

 

Listen to me very clearly perfect parents, VERY CLEARLY.

 

I’VE HAD ENOUGH.

 

I’ve had enough of scrolling through comment threads and seeing over and over again questions like “Where were the parents?†and thoughts like, “This is what happens when you don’t watch your kids.â€

 

I have simply HAD ENOUGH.

 

I have one question for the blaming and shaming moms and dads. You know the ones who immediately blame the parents, the ones who go on the internet and type comments like, “This is nothing but neglect by the parents,†and “They should have known better. Who was watching that little boy?†and my favorite, “I would never let that happen to my kid.â€

 

Here is my question,

 

Have you ever been to a child’s funeral before?

 

I have.

 

The funeral of a child is an event in life that you never, ever want to experience.

 

Now let me ask you another question.

 

In the coming week these parents will fly back to their home in Nebraska without one of their children. They will leave a vacation resort, packing up his Buzz Lightyear pajamas and his favorite blanket, and they will make an excruciatingly difficult journey home. A journey that they never in a million years thought they would be making.

 

They will meet with a funeral director, pick out a tiny casket, a tiny burial suit, and surrounded by family, they will bury their baby boy.

 

And they will suffer every single day for the rest of their life.

 

At the funeral for this two year boy who died in front of his parents, can you do me a favor? Can you walk up to the mother and say the words that you just typed out last week? Can you? Can you greet her, hug her, shake the father’s hand and then say, “ Who was watching that little boy? You should have known better. I would never let that happen to MY child.â€

 

Can you do that for me? I mean, you felt those words so deeply in your heart and soul that you typed them for a million people to read. Certainly you can say it straight to the faces of the people you meant it for, right?

 

Here, let me help you.

 

Put away your pitchfork for a moment and try this.

 

To the mother and father who went for a walk on vacation for the last time with their little boy yesterday, I am deeply sorry that you had to experience the worst kind of tragedy possible, an accident. I grieve with you. Your baby was my baby. Your son was my son. I have nothing but love for you, love to help you get though the pain yesterday, today, and for what is gonna seem like a thousand tomorrows. I wrap my thoughts and prayers around your aching heart and soul. May the God of this universe in some miraculous way bring peace to you and your family.

 

That is what you say. THAT. And just THAT.

 

Stop the blaming.

 

Stop the shaming.

 

In their darkest hours, can we please just LOVE other parents. Please?

Yes.  This!

[Anne in CA]

Honestly I think the people making the internet comments probably could walk up to the grieving parents and say that in person. There was just a thread where some moron told a grieving mother that her miscarriage was a sign from God that she shouldn't have more kids.

 

We are becoming a nation of jerks. I have a restaurant and I get mostly great Yelp reviews. But the bad ones are all stupid and rude. Only one bad review was legitimate and something we could learn from. Have we had guests who had bad experiences? Yes, but interestingly the legit ones give you a chance to make things right on the spot. Rude reviews seem to come from rude people, who have an extra stage to vent because of the internet. With one exception all our rude reviewers were rude in person, and rude on the web.

 

The self righteousness of our nation is getting scary. We don't know what's right anymore, but that doesn't stop us from forcing our beliefs on other people.