
After nearly three and a half years of resistance from the worry wart (me), Jacob acquired his first gun yesterday.
I am actually okay with it, because he is treating it exactly as he should.
Backstory: he has been tagging along with Daddy and Pa while they dove hunt this year. He LOVES it, I think he really feels the whole "male bonding" vibe. So... while they are shooting birds, Jacob has started picking up a stick and a spent shell so that he could have a "gun" too.
So, yesterday Nana and Papa show up at our door bearing gifts. A toy shotgun for the boy, and ANOTHER baby doll for the girl.
Jacob is over the moon. He kept saying "Let's go get some birds, Pa!"and "Let's go hunting, Daddy!"
I have talked him into the ground that
A: we
only shoot birds
B: he can only play with his TOY gun, and
never touch anybody else's gun!
I have dreaded this moment for most of his life, but he is handling it very well. I am so proud of my big boy, he is mature beyond his years!
I am also proud of the in-laws. They said they saw a pack of 3 guns- 1 shotgun and 2 little handguns, but they figured mom wouldn't care much for that. Good thinking, guys.