I’ve noticed a trend when I see people posting about my kids online. It isn’t about them. It is about their proximity to them. “That’s my nephew!” sort of posts. It shouldn’t irritate me, but it does, because my kids struggle with spotting fake friends. That term definitely includes family who appear to love you and want to show up when you’re shining or expected to do really good, but aren’t there for the grind. It makes me mad not only because of the fact that these kids love basking in their glow, but because of the fear that the glow is all they’ll really learn to appreciate.
I don’t glaze my kids.
I am not the dad who says, “That’s my son!” They know who they are to me. It isn’t something that needs to be the focus of public attention. What is sad is that the working narrative for most FB players is the mom narrative. Unless the dad is a former player or famous in some major regard, it is about the mom. It is so much about the mom that the dad is often moved off the X to show how the mom is carrying the load. I remember for years how the Kelce story was all about their mom going to games and she was on all the commercials. I had to stop and wonder if the dad was dead. No, he was right there in the stands… one seat over from mom. He ain’t ever the story, though he is the one who helped forge them into athletes. My situation is going to be the same, if not worse, because the birth mom in this case prefers to tell the world I’m a dead beat who ruins everything and is never there for his kids.
At least the kids and the Lady Talis know better.
Some Thoughts:
- Absolutely Bonkers Headline of the Day: “Judge orders Kennedy Center to provide 30 days’ notice before any physical changes like demolition” This president is the biggest fit thrower in history. Bro is really going to tear down a monument to a president who lost his life in service of our nation simply because he can’t put his name over that dude’s name? What are we doing here, people?