You really only need one thing to be a dad … I am referring of course to kids. You don’t even need plural “kids.” Just one will do. I happen to have more than one. In fact, if kids are qualifications for a blog on parenting, my resume is so impressive it’s frightening.
Not to overstate it. I only have four kids. These days, that’s about as many as you can have before people start thinking oddly of you. With four kids, old folks stop you on the street and tell you what a beautiful family you have. With five, everyone expects you to start handing out pamphlets on the coming apocalypse.
Four is plenty. I used to think three was enough. Heck, two was a handful. But, for some reason, we couldn’t stop. So we have four. Three girls and one boy. Ages, 9, 6, 4, and 2 – in that order.
As a general disclaimer, I love my kids. Each one is great, and different. And each drives me absolutely nuts at times. Some more often than others.
Take the first one, as an example. She is brilliant. I know what you are thinking. Every dad thinks their kid is brilliant. Maybe. But I tell you, she is smarter than most other kids I know - if you follow what I'm saying. Though the boy is only 2, so he still has a chance. She is also an intensely vexing child. I used to watch Sally Jesse Raphael and wonder how parents could screw up so bad. Now, I understand. I understand, Sally! Please make it stop. Uncle!
The doctors say she is a spirited child. That’s actually a word, or a phrase -- a term d’art for a kid that is a total pain in the buttocks, in a brilliant sort of way. There are even books on it. I know because after the doctors told us, my mother-in-law found the book, bought it, and sent it to us with a Dear Abby column on spirited children tucked in as a book mark. Thanks. My wife read the book. I decided to just live the movie.
Kid number two is far more mellow. Very sweet and loving. She always has been. When she could barely talk, she used to say, “You are the best Daddy ever.” I would tell her, thanks, but you have nothing to compare it too. Still it was nice to hear.
She is so sweet and so loving that I fear we screwed her up too. She has always been able to live well within the boundaries that number one pushed. So we almost never have to correct her, or anything. A few weeks ago the bad parent alarm sounded when she looked right at me and said, “Daddy, no one ever says no to me.” Oops. We have decided to start saying no to her every once and a while.
Kid number three is just plain crazy – in a cute sort of way. She is funny and random. A real comedian. Even though she is just three years old, she has this innate ability to remember movie lines. And I swear we don’t use movies as baby sitters too much. Scouts honor. So some of these movies she’s only seen once. After the first time she saw Monsters vs. Aliens (yes, we let a three year old watch it), she walked around saying, “Suuuusan. Oh, I just scared myself. That is scary.” And then she would laugh.
Number three laughs a lot, pretty much whenever she isn’t crying or screaming at her older sisters. There is very little middle ground. It’s either smiles or tears. Hopefully she finds something in the middle, and soon. But, no doubt about it, she is a real card.
The boy, who is the baby, is still revealing his personality to us. For a while, we thought he was going to be real mellow, like number two. But now we think that was just him being a baby – you know, laying around and not causing any trouble. The façade of mellowness ended when he started crawling around – reaching for stuff, knocking stuff over, throwing anything he could grab. Now that he is walking, we have reassessed his energy level. He is not mellow. He’s happy and good natured. But not mellow.
So that’s a primer on the kids. My resume for a posts on parenting. I also have references, though I am afraid what they may say.
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