Well, that's not my idea of good parenting, frankly.
Pollyannaism is one thing. He is totally another.
First, I don't think I would ever consider one of my kids spending six months in prison in Russia "a marvelous experience."
Second, I do have certain principles which supercede even my willingness to cheerlead for my children. If my son, which he won't, were to become a serial rapist-murderer, I can't imagine myself saying, well, we've never had a serial rapist-murderer in the family before, but "what a wonderful, what a brilliant, what a brave and clever and good thing this was to do -- and what a serial rapist-murderer you were! Was there ever such a serial rapist-murderer?"
Sorry. Nope.
I would hope I would continue to love him, to stand by him in his trial and punishment, to make him understand that love and judgment are different things, that I could continue to love him even as I knew what he had done was wrong and deserved judgment. But to celebrate it? Nope. |
