Exclusivity Has Its Perks...

      A Lot Late, but damn it, for the first time I truly understand the Cosby Show, Full House, Family Matters, and all those other patrichial families of the 80's.  I feel like I belong to the FatherHood club.  Although most days I feel like Mr. Mom (go figure).  Here it is, whether you know me or not.  I've got a 9 year old.  My kid is discovering the world in a way that I never even thought about when I was 9.  She's got opinions about her clothing choice, her "crushes" in school, and every other thing that makes a father cringe when he realizes his little girl will soon be entering  high school and going to college.  I know good and well that I'm projecting.  I've still got ten years on the collegiate part, but seeing as how I haven't built the coffer to send her to Harvard yet, so I'm concerned.  

      I know I only want nothing but the best for her.  It's remarkably encouraging to honestly discover the thing that makes your sun rise and your moon glow.  Like I said, I'm alot late.  7 years went past and her Mom and I hadn't spoken.  A lot happens in seven years: 'specially those seven.  But here's the thing:  I'm excited to see where the next 70 go, feel me?  I'm in her life now and I plan on sticking around for along time.  

      Maybe I'm not projecting so much as realizing.  It's less than ten years to college, really, and that is going to be an extra mortgage, regardless of where she attends.  My Daughter is mad smart.  I'm not shocked, surprised, or stunned mind, you.  In fact, it's quite humbling.  To know that you have a child that is interested in everything, that has a mastery of a language, and values the same concepts you do is incredibly humbling.    All I know, is that when the time comes, she will have her pick of the best universities in the world.  I credit her mother substantially for raising our child thus far with none of my input, really, and encouraging such a gifted little girl.    This reunion has been a long time coming and I am glad that it is finally here.

      That's my Baby Girl, and I will love her forever.  Even when she brings a boy home for the first time.  Speaking of which, anybody where to get a great deal on a shotgun...?

Anyway,  this whole FatherHood Club.  I find myself these days cleaning a house, doing laundry, cooking meals, and getting my little girl ready for school.  I'm checking homework, making sure projects are finished AND administering discipline when it's necessary.  And I'm looking for a gig.  A job to stack some cheddar while I'm here.  They say you don't understand your parents until you have kids, and by GOD is that true.  I hear myself now saying things that my Mom said to me and I can't do anything but laugh!  How did our parents not laugh at us when they said things that sounded just like their parents?!  It happens.  Anyway.  I'm still new to this life and learning what it means everyday to be a caretaker for somebody else.  I hate the act that my daughter's mother and I couldn't communicate sooner, but what are you gonna do?

C'est la vie, mon cheris!

I'm out 4 now.

-O.

    Amazing