As it happened, today was the day that I take my boys for their 'med-check' appointments. The therapist and also the woman able to prescribe medicine speaks to each boy to determine how things are going. Then, both boys head to the lobby and we talk about the boys and how things are really going.
After discussing my son's recent behavior, she said he's a teenager but he should not be disrespectful on a continuous basis. I explained my options and she suggested the following:
A) Have my son sit and watch my younger son enjoy his hour-long basketball/frisbee time with the trainer. When we go home and he starts having his tantrum, slamming doors, throwing and breaking things and so on, call the police.
B) Have my son work out with a male trainer who will put him through an hour-long 'how do you like being disrespectful now' session with me on hand to see him go through it.
I've chosen B.
I stopped by the gym to speak to a former college football player, who will be putting him through the ringer. The tough part is that I must be the one to explain in easy-to-understand terms to my son why he is about to go through this hour of physical discipline to account for his continuous lack of respect for me, his mother. I must provide specific examples and then turn him over to the trainer.
I will tell you that after talking with the trainer, I found myself shaking and a bit nervous. He's a great athlete, slam dunking with no problem. He's great trainer and a good person. But most of all, his shoulders cover both the east and west coast and his biceps have biceps.
I suppose the next entry will be the event itself.
Feel free to pray. My guess is that my son's spirit may finally be broken.
It will be an hour I know I won't soon forget. I just hope he doesn't forget either.