Thursday, July 23, 2009

Children Using Rank

I find it really sad when children compare their parents' rank. "My daddy's an O-3, what is yours?" I have come across this more than I can count, and I correct it everytime I hear it. It doesn't matter what rank your parent is; what matters is that they are serving their country. I will give you the most disturbing example I had to deal with:

I was taking my friend's daughter to the park, and there were other kids there. It was on a military facility so of course these kids are military brats. A boy was playing with her and everything seemed fine for awhile. He was the same age as her, nine years old, so they seemed to be getting along. Then, the conversation suddenly changed.

"What rank is your daddy?" asked the boy.
"Mine is a Staff Sergeant, a E-6, he is better than YOUR daddy."
That's when I started to walk up to them. She started to get upset.
"What does your daddy do?" continued the boy.
"He's a medic. He helps people."
"Well, my daddy is infantry. They are the best, better than medics. Medics get killed."
Her dad just deployed two weeks prior to that. That is when she started to cry.

I explained to him that it doesn't matter what rank your daddy is. Everyone's parents who serve are great for serving their country. I also explained how every job is needed in the military and no job is greater. That we all work hand in hand. I asked the boy where he heard all this from. He said from his mom because his dad was deployed. I had a talk to his mother later and she didn't seem to be listening.

That is just one example of numerous others I have come across, and it is the worst. I feel like a ticking time bomb when I come across these mothers who teach their kids to be as snooty as them about rank and MOS. Children are innocent and learn from their parents. It isn't right to teach your child that they are better than anyone because of a measly rank or job. It is very simple to teach your child what to be proud of. Be proud your parent(s) serves for this great nation and makes great sacrifices. Be proud your parent(s) volunteer(s) for this. Be proud you are an American.

Pretty simple huh? KISS...Keep It Simple Stupid. Or, you are going to look like a village idiot rubbing it in other people's faces and influencing your kids to do the same. Kids listen to their parents. Kids imitate their parents. Kids pay attention. Be more aware what you are doing. If you can't figure that out, or not responsible enough to be a mature woman and a mature military wife...don't reproduce. Take some pills or put on a chastity belt. It is not fair to kids to have parents who act less mature than them. It does happen in the civilian side of life. But, on post is it ruthless. And, the kids become imitations of their parents. Especially the one they are with for months at a time continuously over the years because their other parent is gone. Your kids are going through enough as it, don't add on to it because of your insecurity. SUPPOSABLY military wives have a "tougher" job than their husbands. I'm not so sure with some wives. If you can't raise your kids with respect and a right amount of pride about their dad being a soldier without being snotty about it, then you don't qualify. By the way, before I get "bashed" for having supposably here because there are some wanna be English majors that caught that before on my older post, here's the definition my editor sent to me this morning when I asked about it:

That can be supposed or conjectured: a supposable outcome.
sup·posa·bly adv

"Supposably is a word in the American language that is often wrongly confused with the word 'supposedly'. Although the vast majority of people that use 'supposably' mistake it as a substitute for 'supposedly', it does actually have a valid use. The general rule is this: 'Supposably' can be used only when the meaning is 'capable of being supposed,' and then only in the U.S. Since this is a book only relates to American military wives, we won't change it unless it is published in the U.K."

So, there you go. Just in case anyone else would like to proofread my work. If you still question it, google it. You know, the site that you type what you need to find on the world wide web and it comes up with a neat list of links you can click on. Yeah, that's it. I don't mind pointing out a mistake, but calling me names is another story. Oh, let's just say like "nincompoop". If you have enough time to proofread everything I write and talk about it behind my back, take the time to shoot me an email. Grow a pair. Okay, look to the right of the screen. I have my email listed right there. Or, you can hit my email link on my profile. How simple is that? Two ways of getting a hold of me instead of being the frightened, immature women that are (obviously part of the guilty wives I point out in my book) who were so hurt that you couldn't tell me because of the embarrassment of you sitting in the corner of your shower crying with despair of your sad little lives. Or, at least thinking, while you sit in front of your computer with your mouth open in shock and possibly crying, how you ARE a Bavarian donut. THEN, this is what always happens with people who are too pussy to tell you anything to your face, thinking I wouldn't find it! You people make me laugh! Must be nice you have enough time on your hands to read what I write but not understand it because of your blinded life. Probably blinded by the nice shiny metals the soldiers wear huh? This doesn't apply to everyone, the guilty know who they are. Anyway, I had to put that out there because I knew another message would pop up about it.