New pets sometimes go through phases where they develop a habit which is annoying. Baby parrots go through these and sometimes the results are painful also. I bring this up because Gobi has lately been biting me a bit. It’s just a phase; I have little tiny dot-sized scabs on my fingers, but compared to what Gizmo can do, this is nothing. At the time of this writing, he’s almost out of this oral phase.
However, this got me thinking about life and raising children. You may remember my favorite boy Cory from an earlier post. Like all babies, he is going through a similar phase (in humans it’s called “the terrible twos”). No, he isn’t biting Candace, his mother, or Rick, his father! He does, however, have desires and wants that if not satisfied, can cause him to melt down. A phase of course, and Candace and Rick are on it.
The terrifying thought I had was this:
I realized that if for some reason my relationship with my pet does not work out, I have the option to remove that pet from my life and find him a better home. If the animal has a chronic behavior problem that my efforts can not correct, I always have options.
However, once you have taken on the responsibility of a child, obviously you can’t put it back, trade it, or give it away. It would scare the crap out of me to be responsible for the development and behavior of another human being, knowing that this person will be walking around on the planet for eighty years or so; my actions and reactions help create another’s life and shape his/her interactions with others. Of course, some of the outcome depends on the child itself, but…
Yet, most people do it and the majority turn out good humans!
I am not up to the task. My hat is off to all parents: biological, adoptive, foster, etc. I can only imagine the depth of feeling a parent has for his/her child. I’m not sure I am made of such strong stuff!