It all started...well, honestly, I really don't know when it all started. I can't exactly pinpoint the moment that everything went completely haywire.
I mean, really. I got married. I found out I was pregnant. I ate well.
I fell in love with Edy's chocolate mint chip ice cream and ended up writing the company, receiving free coupons. (You would have thought they would have hooked a pregnant lady up with some 50 or so half gallons. Sigh.)
So, anyway. Here I was, soon enough giving birth to my first child, a boy 7 lbs 5 oz. I read to him. I sang to him. I played with him. He grew and still I read to him. I sang to him. But he decided he didn't want me to sing anymore. And I played with him.
He went to school and I went to school once a week to read to his class. I helped him with his homework and we prayed every night.
Then, he turned 12-years-old. The door was shut when he took a shower. I couldn't see him change his shirt even though I had changed enough diapers for four children. No more kisses in public. No more holding hands in public.
Then, he turned 13-years-old. He soon tested me by 'running away' and hiding at the football field where his brother had played. It was during my younger son's awards ceremony. The sheriff was called and kids, men and women were all calling my son's name, certain that he would turn up.
I received my son back some 90 minutes later after my son decided to turn on his phone, call me and tell me where he was AND THEN a coach and the man in charge of the field gave him a few choice words. Following this, I also received the worst migraine of my life that lasted a week.
Well, this all leads to today or what will happen this Wednesday, April 20. My son has been given the privilege to have one-on-one training sessions with a former Wake Forest basketball player. There are several NFL and college football and basketball players who work out at our same gym, too.
While my son has been given the privilege to train with this amazing athlete twice a week, he has also been giving me the bullcrap of disrespecting me every moment he can.
Today, his trainer and I came up with a plan. If he couldn't be respectful to me, he had no right to train with a successful athlete. His trainer decided to spend his hour today shooting ball, not really working out but just chatting with him about respect and what needed to happen.
Let me cut to the chase. He dished out a few extra heapings of disrespect directly following his training.
- He walked away from me and went outside of the basketball court to shoot some hoops in the game area, although he is not allowed to be alone in this area without an adult.
- When I asked him to come back in the gym. He told me he didn't have to and he was going to continue shooting. Even after I told him very firmly, with clenched teeth that he was to immediately follow me into the gym, he didn't even look at me but kept shooting basketballs. I left and within 5 minutes he returned to the gym on his own terms, of course.
- He left shortly after to get water without telling me.
- While 10 great athletes got together to play some ball, my son continued to shoot his basketball when the game moved to the opposite end of the court. The ball rolled into the game once. Luckily, the player that stopped the ball didn't take it and play a little dodgeball with my son as the target. Why would they? These high school, college and a few older athletes understand respect and don't lose their temper for no reason.
- As his trainer, who is also my personal trainer and the others playing basketball were wrapping up a nice 40-minute game, I asked my son to stop bouncing the ball. He stared right into my eyes, kept bouncing the ball and walked right towards me. I tried to grab the ball. He pulled it away from my reach. I finally got it out of his hands. He left the court.
After surpassing my limit for his &^(&^$%(*), I told his trainer the following:
This Wednesday, my son will be coming to train. However, what he won't know is that his younger brother will spend the hour playing ball and also frisbee basketball while he will sit for an entire hour on the floor of the basketball court, watching his brother have fun. My older son will not be allowed to speak, to get up from the floor or leave for any reason. He will have to wait until the hour is over if he needs to use the restroom.
My dilemma is this: Once that hour is up, all bets are off. I can imagine he will slam the door when he gets in the car. He will slam the car door when we get home. He will throw things, break things and cause a massive 13-year-old tantrum in his room, probably tearing it apart.
Any and all ideas to prepare my massive militaristic plan of attack and/or protection for this Wednesday will be appreciated with many thanks.