Sometimes being careful isn't enough
I am a careful mom.
I don't hand my second-grader the remote and let her while away her time in front of the tv.
I monitor her computer time, her library books, and the clothes she pulls off the store racks.
A few days ago, I was doing a search on my computer for some photos for my website. I'm revamping it--widening my brand from late-in-life motherhood to embrace all the topics I write and speak about. You'll be seeing some changes in the next few weeks.
I googled the terms "photos of moms and teen sons."
Pretty benign six words, if you ask me.
Not according to my Google search engine.
I didn't see anything. But the brief description of what I could have seen made me sick.
And it also made me angry.
Remember, I'm a careful mom. I have filters on my computer--and yet this trash still showed up.
What's a mom to do?
As I work on my book to equip moms to help their sons resist the lure of pornography, I'm learning some things.
I shouldn't be surprised by anything anymore.
I'm standing on the front line--between my child and everything else that is out there.
Reality: I can't protect myself from this stuff.
Reality: I won't be able to completely protect my child from this stuff either.
It's not about remaining ignorant to what's happening in the world. I need to be ready to help my daughter make right choices when she stumbles across what's wrong in this world. The challenge? Protecting her innocence while not allowing her to be naive.