It’s one of the scariest — and most disrespectful — trends I’ve seen over the last three or four years, and now that it is hitting home, I felt the need to address it.
I wouldn’t say I was an extreme girly girl before having two children, but I would say that I at least enjoyed wearing make-up, dressing up, and putting some jewelry on. Now I feel like I will have to take some kind of make-up application course after my boys are grown.
It’s completely obvious that if you’re a man working at a daycare center or a school, you’re in it to finger a minor.
It seems lately I have become the voice for my friends without children.
As he grew, so did his defiance.
Maybe it’s the most basic kind of love. A love that says, “I will do anything for you. Including cleaning up your vomit in the middle of the night.”
As your arrival into this world got closer, I began making my rounds. I got together with aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, and anyone else I could think of to reminisce about all the fun times.
My son was on the edge of his seat during each one of these scenes.
Every time I see my stepdad letting her paint his toenails, every time I see my mom teaching her how to cook scrambled eggs, I gain a new level of respect for them. I am watching them be parents all over again and they’re teaching her, but I’m learning too.
I learned years ago that they either ignore me or are mildly freaked out by a middle-aged dad hanging out in the store. Sales clerks regularly offer me a place to sit down.