What? You made your own baby food? WOW! You can get life-sustaining fluids to come out of your breasts? Geddoudahere that you sacrifice sleep, personal hygiene, and even your social life for the sake of your bundles of joy. You worry about your kids in the world you are raising them in? Egad! I'll bottom-line you here . . . we nit-wit dads refuse to believe that you just know how to raise a healthy, happy, well-adjusted human being that came out of your belly or came in to your life through your extra love to give. We are sooooooo grateful that you blog about how amazing you are so we have a place to binge on the scraps of your parenting feast.
THAT is sarcasm . . . Wanna' know what else I get sarcastic about? How TERRIFIC and insightful this list (and any other time you moms "help" us dads out) is - the name alone makes me punchy . . . "What Little Girls Wish Daddies Knew".
I'm not saying all you mommy bloggers are guilty of this but . . . are you fist f*cking me with this post?! This list is full of nothing more than rambling angst. There are parallels made that make no sense. There are conclusions drawn that have no basis in reality. There are gender stereotypes (for we fellas and you ladies) that you'd think such a fantastic mother (and "counselor") would not play in to. Am I right, other mommy bloggers?
Let's make a deal, ladies of the blogosphere . . . you stick to your own parenting experiences exclusively and share your arts and crafts photos, your helpful kitchen tips, your struggles to find work/life balance (something men are apparently exempt from) and all the other domestic stuff you blog on and on and on about as either a way to justify the resentment you carry toward your youth or the overly warm, and glowing reflection your childhood offers. Share these thoughts with just you and those who chose to read your blog (women or men, parents or not). NO need to offer your pearls to the general public.
Want to criticize your father or the father of your children for the way he handled/is handling his girls? Fair enough. Do that face to face. NO need for a blog post for the world. Want to help me (Sean C. Amore) be a better parent? Pound sand.
I am confused about exactly FIVE things as a parent . . .
- Styling my daughter's long, textured, curly hair that she is very particular about.
- Stepping out side of my wardrobe of khaki, navy blue, white, beige, grey, and brown to bright-brights and bold patters in my kid's closet.
- Getting my little sweets to love math, science and homework (three things I didn't love as a student) more and to slow down with and perfect her handwriting.
- The doubt that her mother's and my divorce has put undue strain on her.
- Addressing and developing her multi-racial/ethnic sense of "self" as a 100% white person.
I've already got your rules covered and I hope and pray my own daughter grows up seeing stuff like this for what it is . . . dullardry (not a real word).