I am by no means a monster. I have two daughters (13 and 16) who I am told I am a little tough on sometimes but both of them will tell you that I am a pretty cool dad. Most kids I meet will tell you the same. Why not... I am young at heart and love playing with them, talking to them and helping them with whatever I can. I drive a cool car, ride a motorcycle and love electronic toys which most kids share in common.
However... I do have a line. Most kids are aware of that invisible line called "respect." Sure, some of them cross it knowingly once in a while but usually it's easy enough to bring them into line. With my daughters, it's a simple look. Most of you will know that look because your mom quickly eyed the broom or gave you that "Wait till your father gets home" look. Or maybe it was that look from your dad with his eyes wide and veins now twice their normal size.
My daughters are very familiar with "the line" and usually that fatherly look gets them to realize they screwed up and they are soon apologizing. Once they do and I sincerely believe they realize what they did, everything is back to fun and games. :)
I was raised to respect my parents. Yea, I crossed the line once in a while but when I did, I would soon regret it. Was I afraid of my father? HELL YEA! Did I hate him because he was strict? HELL NO! I admired my dad because I feared and respected him. Being raised to respect limits kept me in school and out of jail where a lot of my friends ended up. To this day thinking about him can bring a tear to my eye.
Anyway, most people know me as a kid myself and I was nominated to run the games for our block party when we had one.
Welcome to my misery!
For 10 years now I have had to tolerate the most disrespectful, lazy and utterly unrealistic kid I have ever met. I decided it was high time to document some of it to ease my internal suffering.
This is not about your average, "I am 16 and have developed a tude" kind of kid... oh no... these are things that will make the average person bite their lip, shake their head and mumble "If that was my kid..."
Even now, at 18yrs old, I often use this analogy when referring to him and it has been confirmed by many that this analogy is dead on:
He is the little kid in the grocery store... throwing a temper tantrum and holding his breath until his mommy buys him the candy he wants.
Seriously, would you say the right thing to do is give in to that kind of thing?
There is a very sad part to all of this... In the end, this "child" drew to a close a relationship with a woman I loved more than any other in my life. Sadly we could never come to an agreement with how to deal with this problem child.
WARNING: Some of the situations I document here may scare the weak enough to prevent them from ever having children. Some of it may cause nausea, light headedness and heart palpitations. Please do not operate heavy machinery during or after reading this.
Please read this blog in order using the Archive on the right as some bits of info may pertain to an earlier post.
This is not about your average, "I am 16 and have developed a tude" kind of kid... oh no... these are things that will make the average person bite their lip, shake their head and mumble "If that was my kid..."
Even now, at 18yrs old, I often use this analogy when referring to him and it has been confirmed by many that this analogy is dead on:
He is the little kid in the grocery store... throwing a temper tantrum and holding his breath until his mommy buys him the candy he wants.
Seriously, would you say the right thing to do is give in to that kind of thing?
There is a very sad part to all of this... In the end, this "child" drew to a close a relationship with a woman I loved more than any other in my life. Sadly we could never come to an agreement with how to deal with this problem child.
WARNING: Some of the situations I document here may scare the weak enough to prevent them from ever having children. Some of it may cause nausea, light headedness and heart palpitations. Please do not operate heavy machinery during or after reading this.
Please read this blog in order using the Archive on the right as some bits of info may pertain to an earlier post.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
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