The Multi-Faceted Nature of Parenting

There are many things that as a dad change in the way that you process and respond to communication when it's coming from your child. This person, your child, now inhabits a place in your social stratum that was previously totally vacant in your former life. This can be a little bit of a shocker when it comes to adjusting to the 24/7 constant role of 'Dad' that you now occupy. Whether in their 'good graces' at the moment or not, you are likely to fall 'in and out of favor' innumerable times in your lives together. So, getting used to it (implied loosely) may turn out to be the best course of action in this genetically governed role of arbiter, defender, supporter, advice-giver and overall 'guy that has the cash'.

One of the main things that I am learning as a new father--my only child is just 4 years old--is that you have to maintain a kind of removed objectivity when it comes to your new role as a parent. For example, we'd like our kids to always love us and understand perfectly our motives and desires for doing everything that we do when it comes to them, but the reality of this is that this is not the way that things will play out. The truth of the matter is that often we may say or require things of them that they will neither want to hear or to do, but that's just it--we are much more than any other 'position' that will ever get filled in their life. We are their Parents and if I remember correctly, chances are good that most of us have only two of those throughout the course of our natural born lives. It's quite an honor and equal to or maybe even greater than that, a responsibility.

No, we don't get the privilege to always be their 'friend' and say only pleasing things because being their parent requires a lot more than always being in their favor. It requires a certain kind of 'looking after' that necessitates much more: a kind of 'looking' that could be seen or imaged as looking in front of, behind, and to either side of them at all times physically as well as emotionally, psychologically, et al. Perhaps we can be their good friend many years down the road, God willing, but then again it may never really be like that. Once a parent, always a parent. It is clear that this is the state of how things are.

I began thinking about this because in my experience it is ultimately the parents who are the ones saddled with the task of parcelling out anything that is 'unpopular' or 'limiting', i.e. Rules--all in the name of their love for their child(ren), and yet they are also the ones who are pained by their child's dissatisfaction and resultant tears (not that others aren't, but the parents will see the most of it just by virtue of the job). Truly, we parents all want our kids to be totally happy and fulfilled all of the time, right? At the same time we yearn to raise little beings that learn the true values and joys of life, so that when they leave our nest they have the tools that they need in order to Be Happy and Fulfilled under their own steam: fully functional and healthy. The funny part of all that is that in order to teach those things there are moments when you must become wildly unpopular and seemingly cause distress and frustration. It's not that you want to; it's the tug o' war of egos at work and there is nothing that can offer remedy or respite for this except holding onto the loving regard that you have for your child. This is always the undercurrent regardless of how the child may sometimes feel. As a parent, we have to get over the need to always feel special or popular with our kids. After all, we are the adults here,right?

Nonetheless, it's hard to be unpopular. Parents need the love of their children just as their children need it from their parents. As a parent, I think that it's fairly easy to stand up for the rules and boundaries that must remain in play, but what's hard is weathering the dissatisfaction or unpopularity that can follow. Sometimes that involves a few tears of hurt of your own. It can be hard not to take it all personally, and maybe there are fleeting moments where we do. Perhaps that is all part of the dance as well? There are certainly countless things for everyone to learn in a family unit about themselves, about life, and about each other. Although it may be a temptation to take some things personally from time to time, and maybe we do, we always come back to the love this journey is all about.


I may sometimes think momentarily that I have a rough road from time to time, but I know that this is nothing. My child is only 4, and while that is extremely young, I can still see the harbingers of the task winking at me from the sidelines, but what this does for me more than anything is to take off my hat and give a moment of silent honor and respect to all the parents out there who gave of theirselves in order to raise us all. Firstly, for my own mom, who covered both parental roles single-handedly for most of my life and secondly to all my personal generational relatives who have gone before. Kudos to you all! Many times we have heard that Teaching is the noblest of professions and yet I would say that we are missing where that point of origin starts, and where it starts is with the First Teachers that we ever come into contact with. Those Teachers would be none other than our very own Parents, God Bless Them. Whatever they did, however ineptly or proficiently, they did to the best of their abilities with all the skills and talents that they learned from their own predecessors as well as those given to them by the Creator. We owe them for that, regardless of how we have judged them before. They gave us our entrance into this world through their own bodies, hearts, and minds. They deserve our respect and thanksgiving. For as any parent can tell you, it's no easy task, and it is certainly a type of sacrifice in it's own way in order that we may give back to the generations that will follow. Life is a gift, not just from God, but also from those two who decided to welcome you into their lives. God Bless All the Children and The Parents who Raise Them. God Bless the First Teachers ! Thank You!

Happy Mother's Day to All the Moms Out There! God Bless You!

God Bless My Mom...

Being a new dad to a lovely four year old baby girl makes me want to shout from the rooftops "God Bless My Mom!!". I say this because this stuff is hard. Just moments ago I tweeted about how my daughter never sits still, and Loves, Absolutely LOVES to make repetitive sounds up to and after the point where you ask her to stop, after which it becomes a minor battle about who's got 'The Power' (pow-wah). You feel me?!

Anyway, all this only makes me reflect on the fact that I am a musician and that growing up I learned through my school years how to play a variety of instruments. That mostly centered around drums and other percussive all-sorts. However, I also played the B flat clarinet for a time. I say all this because the one constant of all this musical activity was practice,...and practice I did! I went through phases where that was all I cared about doing. There were drums being played in the house and at varying times during the day and all through this she aggressively supported me and my enthusiasm. She was a master of forbearance.
Now, the writing is On The Wall....
It's MY turn. :) So now I get to learn in stages what that is really about and at the same time to see my mother for the Heroine that she Was and Is.

Thanks Mom!
I Love You!

There Are These Moments When They Surprise You!

There are times when I catch myself pretending that my four year old daughter is older than she actually is. This is not something that happens intentionally, but rather one that happens while I am not paying attention to myself. The whole thing 'creeps' up on me. It will take place at the end of a string of 'good behaviors' where Shayla is being Daddy's perfect little girl, and then....


An emotional storm will hit the shore, and then it's like "Oh yeah, you're four! I had forgotten momentarily. Thanks for the reminder and bringing me back down to Earth!" At these times I really don't know what to do. It seems that there is nothing to do but comfort her.


Yesterday we went next door to her new friends house to return a dress that Shayla had borrowed the day before from her friend and as it turned out the mother and daughter were not home yet from the trappings of a normal 'work day'. I really didn't know that this would have this kind of impact on Shayla, but she was seriously hurt by the fact that they were not yet home, and proceeded to have a minor melt down right at the stoop of their front door. I was like, "Their going to be back soon and we'll come back over as soon as we realize that they're back home Sweetie," I pleaded, but it was to no avail. Eventually, I just had to hold her, and tell her that it would be alright. After a while she calmed down, but not before she had fully expressed herself about it--which meant not trying to 'trim down' her dissatisfaction with promises of fun later on. She wouldn't have it. She was unhappy and the world was going to know about it, especially the neighbors a couple doors down on either side of the street! I know that her expectations had been shattered and that she had high hopes to play with her friend upon returning the dress, but had I known that trying to return the dress to an empty residence was going to end in a maelstrom of tears I would've certainly waited. "Yep, you're still 4. Thanks for the refresh on that one", I thought as we hobbled broken and wounded back to our boring home where there were no other kids to play with at the moment.


I can't help but wonder what this means for us later on. What parts of what you see in your children will be a part of their fully developed self?? Will she be like this as an adult? Will the sky 'fall' dramatically and regularly in her world? I certainly hope not, and as a parent you have to think about these things. You have to concern yourself with potentialities; that's part of the job. It would be foolish not to. What can I do now to avoid any possible developmental nightmares later on? Are we doing something 'wrong', as parents? Are there things that we need to address in our parenting style now so as to give her the best chance of a sure-footed adulthood? Is part of this just the fundamental difference between raising boys and girls or is it something more and do we have control over that if it is?


Parenting, while being an incredibly intense and fully engaging affair, is also the Best of the best in terms of Experiential Richness. I love it and would trade it for nothing. I love my daughter and the role of being her dad so much that it is that love that comforts me. I may have questions and wonder about a million possible things and their million potential outcomes everyday, but at the end of it all it's the love, my love for her that saves me and fills my insides with a warm peace that let's me know that all will be fine.