Can’t win them all, right?
I find myself in a particular moment of spiritual funk. See, I’ve been struggling with the idea of whether or not I am a good father. I don’t have a lot to go on here. I see these guys on TV. I know a bunch of other dads, but my own experience ended between my 11th and 12th year. Yesterday I was talking with the Lady Talis about this video I saw where three boys and their dad did a privilege walk based on what their father did and was a part of. The three boys moved across the room fluidly answering question after question in the affirmative. The father never moved. I would not have moved either. My kids would have moved just a fast as the ones on screen.
My kids have not seen the video. They might need to.
All of this is to say that my youngest completely disrespects me and uses me like an ATM. Never once in the entirety of our existence has he ever said, “how are you doing?” or made a personal effort to put me in a situation of gratitude. Case and point: when asked by a college team to fly out and attend a practice, he came to me and asked if I would pay for it. I did. When offered a free visit and the whole wine and dine by 4 different teams he never once offered to bring me or the wife along. That honor went to his mom and his aunt… His aunt. A person who has not raised him and on top of it curses my name every chance she gets. Often directly to his face and mine.
So, I have decided that it is in my best interests and his to no longer allow this disrespect. I’m done with it. No more free rides. I love him. I support him. I’m not going to let him be the kid who treats his dad like crap.
Some Thoughts:
- Absolutely Bonkers Headline of the Day: “Family finds large snake hiding behind living room TV” The more I read about Australia, the more I am convinced to never ever go there.