#NotMySanta

Tis’ the season right?
Let’s get straight to it shall we? 
I had to be no younger than 9 maybe 8 when I found out Santa wasn’t real I wanted the RC race car from Toy Story.

To no avail mfer… to no avail.

Santa can shove it in his ho ho ho.

But really tho the holidays are for the children, I’m not sure why some people are so hell bent on taking away children’s innocence I mean who cares if your kid thinks a fat white man breaks into your house at night and doesn’t take anything in fact he leaves gifts for you. Being a kid is about being naive and having fun can we just sit back and enjoy the holidays grab a cup of spiked eggnog and watch the kids open gifts.

That’s what I’ll be doing. 

Who has the power now?

So this week this isn’t really about my son but more about being a parent in general, I believe I said in a previous blog that I been working with kids for a while I recently started doing that again but for the first time I’m working with middle school kids. I’m usually working with pre k to first grade or high school teens. 

But maaaaaaan these 5th-8th graders are something else.

The class I’m in is 5th and 6th graders who curse, fight, disrespect their teachers and talk about sex… yes SEX at 11 years old.

I was talking to my brother the other day and we agreed we were pretty bad in middle school but never was talking about sex in the 5th grade.

This made me wonder who’s teaching these kids or I should say not teaching them. I mean the teacher can tell them she’s going to call home and simply they will respond “I DON’T CARE” bruh in 5th grade at 11 the last thing I wanted was a call home.

I think and this is just my opinion, the media has played a part in making our kids not afraid of us. We aren’t allowed to discipline them in any way without fear child services will step in and take them also I think a lot of parents are too busy trying to be a friend instead of a parent with their child. I believe in spare the rod spoil the child but it’s not really about fear but more about having respect for me and himself, have enough respect to not act a fool and I won’t have to correct your behavior.

How can you even tell?

8 months 1 day when this post is made public (on wineandwhiskey2.com 🔌🔌🔌)

That’s how long I’ve been a father but for the past few months I been told I’m a good/great dad. Of course I’m inclined to agree but how do you know? What is the good parent thing measured by?

Most people only see what I post of him on social media but is that all it takes before someone assumes that you’re good to a child?

Not by choice but I grew up most of my life without my dad (I was in foster care) so how am I supposed to know what a good parent even does.

I mean I have these impulses to take care of my son but am I doing that because I’m a good dad?

Is it checking on him at night?

Or playing with him during the day?

Teaching him (we’re getting there) how to say Momma and Dada?

Helping him crawl or walk?

I mean as I said before I think I am a good parent and me and my father actually have a relationship now he might not have been the most influential person in my life but I hope something I learned from him translates me into a great parent.