Geez, you're a bad son, Frank! When my mom decided she wanted to have a gun around the house, I taught her myself.
First of all, let me tell you about my mom - she's lively and funny, but has zero tolerance for any kind of bullshit. Once in a mall parking lot some young punk thought this 60 year old lady would be easy pickin's for a purse snatching. But he didn't figure that she was all warmed up from just playing 3 sets of tennis and would not release her bag so easily. While this little tug-o-war ensued, she lost her patience with this scumbag and started using his head as a tennis ball. She wailed on his noggin so hard it actually broke her new, expensive Kawasaki Graphite racket. (Nice follow through, Mom!) Well, that really pissed her off, so she got in her Buick Le Sabre and nailed the guy just as he was getting up! She slammed it into reverse planning to leave skid marks on his head, but he dove between two cars and hobbled away using parked cars as cover until he got into the mall. So if she was going to start packin' two things crossed my mind -
1) She had to learn the right way first time through, and -
2) God help anyone who pisses her off!!
I basically took one of everything I had out to the local outdoor range. We went on a weekday so few people would be there, and brought some lunch and pretty much made a picnic out of it. The atmosphere was nice and relaxed, and we just about had the whole place to ourselves.
It only took a few minutes to run her through basic safety and functioning, then I let her shoot. I couldn't believe it!! She hit everything!!! The range had some swinging steel targets and pepper poppers, and she just mowed 'em all down!!!
I'd let her shoot 20 or 30 rounds, then show her a new gun and let her try it out. Then she started making requests - "My friend Jane says she has something called a Clock nine milly meter."
"Ok, Mom, I have a Glock 17, here's how you work it." BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM and the pepper poppers were down. Sheeeee-it!! My mom is deadly!!!
She says "Oh, I like this one. I think I'll keep it." Then she spots me shooting a factory nickel 4" Colt Python. "That's pretty. What is it?" So I give it to her with a $40 box of factory magnum hollowpoints. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM - reload - BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM and the targets fall. "Oh, I like this one. I think I'll keep it."
By the end of the day, my mom knew how to shoot revolvers and pistols, and could easily hit what she aimed at. I had no problems with her having guns around her house, knowing that she could protect herself. And I talked her into taking an S&W J-Frame instead of a $600 or $800 pistol.
Every so often she bugs me about shooting and I take her out to the range for some trigger time. Of course, she expects me to supply all the guns and ammo, but considering everything she's done for me my entire life it's a small price to pay, Besides, she brings the food.
I'm such a good son, aren't I? [:D]