It was a weekend for bad parenting, what with the Cincinnati Gorilla and the Japanese mountain parents. The latter truly is the stuff of nightmares: the search is still on for a 7 year old boy whose parents made him get out of the car, and left him in the woods in Northern Japan as a punishment for misbehaving. They say they returned within minutes, only to find him gone. I’d like to say I can’t even imagine what possessed them, but truth be told, I did something like that once myself. I made my kids get out of the car on the dirt road to the cottage when they wouldn’t stop fighting. They were 13 and 8, and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I told them to walk to the landing (about 3km away). Of course I didn’t leave them – I just drove around the corner and waited, and they showed up, both cowed and spitting mad at me, and that, thank God, was that.
Except I never got over it. I honestly think it’s (arguably) the worse thing I ever did as a parent. Oh, the BOYS are fine. In fact, they think it’s funny, and they have never let me forget it. They will probably bring it up at their weddings, and maybe my funeral. Better mine than theirs.