Be Careful What You Wish For
You know how I sometimes go on in this blog about how I want Sol to mix with a diversity of people and not be locked into the mindset of valuing wealth above all things and being a snob? Well recently we’ve had a few social engagement that have really challenged that whole notion. It’s not just yesterdays morning tea during which our guests disclosed to us that they’ve had court orders against them from the state child protection system, who claim that the whole thing was a bungle and they’re totally innocent even while their children display some telltale signs of exposure to violent parenting, it’s not just that.
It’s not the way Sol made a friend at the park who I pushed on the swing and we later found out he was on a contact visit with his Mum after being removed by DHS because his parents are druggies.
Maybe the clincher is the kid who adopted Sol today and came over to play with him. As we ate lunch, he told us all about the day his Dad was made to go away because he was an al-caw-holic and he got really mad at mum and his sisters so she got a stick and poked him in the balls. Holy crap, we couldn’t change the subject fast enough!
Our impression of country Victoria after just a couple of weeks is that it’s the place where all the druggies, pedophiles and wife beaters come to get away from it all.
Maybe we’ll make some nice friends at school tomorrow – but at this rate I think I’ll be doing mandatory police checks before any after school play dates are entered into.
