I’ve never been a big fan of violent movies. I don’t like guns. I don’t like blood. I don’t like watching people “die.”
By TASHA FABELA-JONAS
The Kansas City Star
When our son was a baby I didn’t think I’d ever buy a single toy gun. But during his eight years of life he has collected dozens of toy guns. Nerf guns, squirt guns, little green plastic army men with guns, souvenir pop guns, Transformers with guns, Lego guys with guns, even a marshmallow shooter gun.
And now I’m absolutely fine with it.
For our son’s eighth birthday party he wanted to invite a few friends to the movie theater to see “Robocop,” a movie I knew would be loaded with guns.
The boy knows what he wants; it’s my job to try and make it happen. So, without hesitation I started creating the birthday Evite.
As I was writing the party description, I stopped a moment and checked to make sure “Robocop” wasn’t rated R.
It’s PG-13. Phew. I assured myself that Bo had been to parties before where the kids were watching PG-13 movies. “Thor,” “Iron Man,” “The Avengers,” “Captain America” … all PG-13.
RSVPs starting coming in, mostly “yes.” And a few no. I realize some parents of children our son’s age frown upon PG-13 movies. They’re only letting their innocent boys and girls watch G-rated films and few PG films.
They are concerned about the violence their children will witness. But my husband and I have taught Bo that these movies are fiction, that there really isn’t a man with an invincible hammer. He’s old enough to know right from wrong.
Last week, the nation learned of Hailey Owens’ abduction and murder in nearby Springfield. Instead of hiding news from our son about fires, wars and murders, I take the opportunity to teach him about life. Real life.
I told him that there are good people in this world and there are bad people. I told him that a little girl was taken by a person in a car and that the person did bad things to her. I told my son to never approach a car and to immediately run home if he was.
He looked at me and said: “That’s scary, Mom. Don’t tell me stories like that.”
“Mom wants you to be aware of situations like this so that you can try to do the right thing,” I replied. “If anyone ever grabs you, you have to fight for your life.”
“PG” means “parental guidance.” Which is exactly what I do, guide my child.
A drawing of Robocop decorates our front door. If anything, I’d want my boy to look up to one of the “good guys.”