As you may or may not know, I was not blessed with children, which is why, when I was physically able, I was so involved with coaching young kids in several sports, including basketball, football, baseball, and soccer.
Both girls and boys.
The little girls were great because they did whatever I asked of them without fail. They just weren’t as physically advanced as the boys.
No questions.
The boys were another story altogether.
Since we have gone childless, it actually gives me a clarity of perspective that allows me to be not only knowledgeable, but also the most charismatic and brilliant expert on childrearing this planet possesses.
And I am not one to brag.
There are some similarities I could see me employing if I did have kids, but there are also some differences. Isn’t that the way it is with every single family on Earth that has children?
Respect.
Being raised in a military family and playing by the rules including respecting the flag of the United States of America, were ingrained in me at an early age.
Respect for flag, country, self, rank, position, or age; no matter.
Respect.
My kids would have it ingrained in them.
Especially since I have seen that word disappear from our lexicon. From the top down, it is OK to disrespect everything: the flag, the Capitol, the Constitution, our judicial system, hell, even the American way of life is under attack.
I would NOT hit my kids at all.
I was on the receiving end of several beatings that, by today’s standards and laws, could very well have sent my mother to prison.
My stepfather is the one who taught me the value of education and the ability to reason and how to use that reason to influence others. He was the first to sit down to discuss and critically examine a problem.
I think kids should be spoiled as long as they are kids.
This is such a short time we are allotted on this planet, and those are the best times when you are young, energetic, eager to learn, and everything is new and exciting and you have very little or no responsibilities.
Let them enjoy that time before the world and reality inevitably interject themselves.
I would probably have a hard time being the disciplinarian, I’m sure.
I mean I absolutely spoil my dogs, so Karen would have to be the bad guy.
I’d be too busy playing fort, drinking chocolate milk, and watching cartoons in my PJ’s with the kids all morning on Saturdays.
It was a different age back then, with pregnant mothers drinking and chain-smoking all the way through their pregnancy, only to leave the hospital to raise their kids in a perpetual cloud of cigarette smoke at home and in the car.
Even now, some 23 plus years later, I get pissed off when I hear mention of the September 11th attack on our country.
The same people who are crying about the deportation of illegal immigrant criminals are the same people that are the reason there is a problem in the first place.
Shut up.
Stay well.
