3/11/2013

On raising a beggar

Before our youngest joined our family it is very likely that he spent time on the street depending on  his own instincts for survival. Among other things he has learned to scavenge and beg like a pro. I imagine quite a few grown ups were taken by his little cute and charming routine.

How do I know this? Because he's still using it. He's still asking strangers for candy and money and trinkets, and it usually works. Except when we're around to intervene.

Our son's behavior is both heartbreaking and mortifying, and there's not a lot we can do about it. Logically you would think the act of bringing him into our home, showering him with love and affection, and providing for his every need would be enough to squelch those survivalist tendencies. But it isn't. No amount of niceness on our behalf is going to undo the trauma he experienced early in life. Only time and professional counceling can do that.

What we want you all to know is that when you give our son a little gift, something that to a healthy child would be a simple gesture, he does not think you are not giving him a trinket. He thinks that you are giving him a handout that he needs for survival. And now you're an easy mark that he can keep coming back to for more. Screw the fact that he has parents to meet his needs, he still wants a hand out.

For those of you who come into contact with our child, or any child with a tramatic social history for that matter, we'd like to propose a simple gift giving guideline. Unless every child in the room is getting something, we don't want anyone to give our son anything. Be it a dime, a hershey kiss, a match box car, or anything else he might ask for. Otherwise it will take us weeks to convince him that your soul purpose in life is not to bring him presents. If he asks you for anything, please tell him no and send him back to us with his request.

I hate that we have to tell you all this, we know that you love our little boy and want good things for him too. We know you think your little gifts are harmless. We wish they were. Maybe some day they can be. But until then, we have to protect that little vulnerable spot in his heart. And we are so grateful that you understand.

2 comments:

accidentaldevotional.com said...

Your little boys heart, it shows me my own. The Father has to teach me that he can supply all my needs. But don't think I don't go begging around sometimes and think of people as people who can help me survive, when I am supposed to be in relationship with them, not asking for stuff. Max has a lot that I need to learn. Praying for me and him today

Meg said...

That actually makes me understand the conversation he had with Bill Christmas day about "spending hte night" at our house. It breaks my heart, but I understand now.

How do we help him understand that even though Aunt Megan & Uncle Bill would take care of him and love him with everything they have, his mommy would never EVER let him go?

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