As much as I hate to see kids training for marathons I hate seeing sedentary obese kids. Perhaps child protective services should visit the homes of parents who feed their kids excessive amounts of processed foods and have them sit in front of screens all day.
So who's more desperate for attention, the selfish NY TIMES or the child's parents? I also think anyone contributing to a mob which is potentially or even deliberately inflicting emotional damage should be suspended from social media and possibly fined or even charged.
the father posted a (really, really) creepy poem on his Instagram which is probably why CPS visited
""What Purity Cost Me as a Father [a poem] I followed the rules. I played it safe. You came into the world and I changed your diaper but I did it quickly and never took a second look. I didn't want to hurt you. You learned to walk and then you climbed. You sat on my lap but it got confusing. The feelings grew. Some were off limits. Some could lead to other feelings. Some could lead to touching or other curiosities. I saved that touch for your mother and instead grew cold to you. Eventually you stopped sitting on my lap. There was no warmth there. The parts of your body that were dangerous grew in size and number. Now, touching you was a minefield. I held back. It was for your own good. I was protecting you -- saving you for your husband. The swimsuits I banned, the privacy I enforced was all to keep you safe from the badness in me and all the other men in the world. I didn't trust any of them. You asked for touch but I took the higher ground...knowing that someday you would thank me....but you never did. Instead you withdrew. You started to hate your body. You blamed your parts for coming between us. Instead of coming to me with your questions you went to the internet. Instead of touch and hugs you chose solitude and isolation. I longed to hug you, to hold hands, to cuddle but it was too late. I changed. I no longer trusted the rules. They had hurt you. They hurt me. But the patterns were too deep, the awkwardness too strong. I protected you by destroying parts of you... by destroying parts of me. You're afraid of touch and I don't know if your husband is coming. You wanted a dad but you got a priest. I'm sorry. I'm here now. Is it too late?"
the father posted a (really, really) creepy poem on his Instagram which is probably why CPS visited
""What Purity Cost Me as a Father [a poem] I followed the rules. I played it safe. You came into the world and I changed your diaper but I did it quickly and never took a second look. I didn't want to hurt you. You learned to walk and then you climbed. You sat on my lap but it got confusing. The feelings grew. Some were off limits. Some could lead to other feelings. Some could lead to touching or other curiosities. I saved that touch for your mother and instead grew cold to you. Eventually you stopped sitting on my lap. There was no warmth there. The parts of your body that were dangerous grew in size and number. Now, touching you was a minefield. I held back. It was for your own good. I was protecting you -- saving you for your husband. The swimsuits I banned, the privacy I enforced was all to keep you safe from the badness in me and all the other men in the world. I didn't trust any of them. You asked for touch but I took the higher ground...knowing that someday you would thank me....but you never did. Instead you withdrew. You started to hate your body. You blamed your parts for coming between us. Instead of coming to me with your questions you went to the internet. Instead of touch and hugs you chose solitude and isolation. I longed to hug you, to hold hands, to cuddle but it was too late. I changed. I no longer trusted the rules. They had hurt you. They hurt me. But the patterns were too deep, the awkwardness too strong. I protected you by destroying parts of you... by destroying parts of me. You're afraid of touch and I don't know if your husband is coming. You wanted a dad but you got a priest. I'm sorry. I'm here now. Is it too late?"
This is signifcnatly more concerning than a 6 year old running a marathon to me.
These parents are monsters. Those children are not safe in that home.
So who's more desperate for attention, the selfish NY TIMES or the child's parents? I also think anyone contributing to a mob which is potentially or even deliberately inflicting emotional damage should be suspended from social media and possibly fined or even charged.
the father posted a (really, really) creepy poem on his Instagram which is probably why CPS visited
""What Purity Cost Me as a Father [a poem] I followed the rules. I played it safe. You came into the world and I changed your diaper but I did it quickly and never took a second look. I didn't want to hurt you. You learned to walk and then you climbed. You sat on my lap but it got confusing. The feelings grew. Some were off limits. Some could lead to other feelings. Some could lead to touching or other curiosities. I saved that touch for your mother and instead grew cold to you. Eventually you stopped sitting on my lap. There was no warmth there. The parts of your body that were dangerous grew in size and number. Now, touching you was a minefield. I held back. It was for your own good. I was protecting you -- saving you for your husband. The swimsuits I banned, the privacy I enforced was all to keep you safe from the badness in me and all the other men in the world. I didn't trust any of them. You asked for touch but I took the higher ground...knowing that someday you would thank me....but you never did. Instead you withdrew. You started to hate your body. You blamed your parts for coming between us. Instead of coming to me with your questions you went to the internet. Instead of touch and hugs you chose solitude and isolation. I longed to hug you, to hold hands, to cuddle but it was too late. I changed. I no longer trusted the rules. They had hurt you. They hurt me. But the patterns were too deep, the awkwardness too strong. I protected you by destroying parts of you... by destroying parts of me. You're afraid of touch and I don't know if your husband is coming. You wanted a dad but you got a priest. I'm sorry. I'm here now. Is it too late?"
No chance this is real. This is creepy beyond words. Nobody in their right mind would right this about their kid. Can you post a link to where this is?
So who's more desperate for attention, the selfish NY TIMES or the child's parents? I also think anyone contributing to a mob which is potentially or even deliberately inflicting emotional damage should be suspended from social media and possibly fined or even charged.
When Lopez Lomong was this kid's age, he was running from South Sudan to Kenya. No aid stations on that run.
Do we not consider it a tragedy that the Lost Boys had to go through that, though? People would rather that he and this recent kid not (have to) run these distances.
The Lost Boys did what they did out of necessity, not click bait (and a lot died in the process). That's not something a six-year-old should undertake for recreational purposes. You want a six-year-old kid to get exercise, put them in soccer. The sad truth is a number of kids do marathons every day in this world. We call them refugees and displaced persons. Ever heard of the Trail of Tears?
Wow this family really is trying to get a lot of attention from this race. Their Instagram page is a mess of posts about thid whole situation. So strange!
As much as I hate to see kids training for marathons I hate seeing sedentary obese kids. Perhaps child protective services should visit the homes of parents who feed their kids excessive amounts of processed foods and have them sit in front of screens all day.
Of course that is even worse but unfortunately normal.
But there is a lot of middle ground between a 6 year old running a Marathon and kids sitting at home all day.
He didn't run a step. He WALKED a marathon. Which I don't personally consider a workout
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I'm so sick of this family. I'm sick of the attention they are getting.
I'm sick of young kids running marathons or being forced to run marathons for clout. Stop giving young kids attention for running marathons. It's unhealthy and gross, not remarkable.
Hard to say exactly. An 8+ hour marathon is walking with a lot of breaks, first of all, not running. If you take a kid on a long, all day hike, which is what this was, are you committing child abuse? He had water and ate. If he had a tantrum at 20 miles, well, hungry or tired six year olds have tantrums most days around 4:30 p.m. if they haven't had a snack. Check out all the kids having tantrums at an amusement park long into the day, on the "best day" of their life. Sometimes kids want to do something. That doesn't mean as a parent you say yes. The kid's fine. I wouldn't advise it, but it's not as if the police see child abuse in raising your kid to be diabetic, sedentary, and one hundred pounds above the weight of a healthy kid his age--which I see often in the South--yet that is far, far worse and systemic.
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