Being a DAD.
Monday, October 15th, 2007Firstly.. Read this BLOG
Then understand the plight of the REAL Dad. I am overly hands on with my son. To the point of almost being a control freak. I’ve said it on here before, and I repeat it. I wanted to be a Dad since I was 10 years old. THIS was what life was about for me. I WANTED to hold him in my arms. I WANTED him with me every moment. My wife has talked to me about breaking ME of having him sleep with us (don’t freak out, he comes back there.. I just don’t deny him).
The modern consensus is that Fathers as a whole have not evolved. Have not changed from the oddly inaccurate depiction of Ward Cleaver, where we are in our room reading/smoking while Mom does everything. It’d be nice if life was this easy, but I didn’t have a kid so that I could let someone take care of him. Everyday I pick him up from daycare and I tell him the same thing “I missed you ALL day!”. Its a ritual and a truth at the same time. He will run past his mother most times to actually get to ME. He is in all definitions a “daddy’s boy”.
The fact that some people would intentionally write me off as a caregiver would put me to the point of being.. well, myself. I’ve also stated that I’m NOT a nice person. I push as hard as I can to be as nice as I am as is. Even with all that effort, I am no where NEAR what anyone would consider “nice”. Were someone to look at my wife and respond in kind as these individuals do, I would without hesitation ask them what kind of a shiffless loser they are married to that wouldn’t be involved in the life he helped create. I would devolve to name calling at a speed that would rival lightspeed.
No apologies. I was spoken down to for a LONG time among my coworkers for just being a “man”. As if having testicles somehow precluded me from knowing how to raise a kid, or knowing how to take care of my little one(s). I battled this furiously as this is what I was about. This is WHY I have done all that I have done in life. I work to provide for my family, I go to school to get more money to provide better for my family (in quiet hopes I’ll get more time with them in doing so).
I take pride in very few things in life. My main is my family. I have a GREAT family, extended and immediate. I also won’t be spoken to like a 2nd class citizen just because I can’t give birth to a kid.