Can anyone tell me when this happened? I’m a dad. A father. To not one, or two, but to five kids!
A teenage kid, and a four year old, and in-betweens! This is the first spring break the kids have spent with me as just Dad. No wife, no girlfriend, just me. I can’t say it’s ever gone so well, actually. Amidst all the turmoil in my family and it’s outside forces, I have made the decision to make sure to do one thing [if I haven’t before]; Continuously let my kids know how much I care for them.
No, this does not mean buying my kids Jordan’s. It does not mean taking them out of school to go have fun. It doesn’t mean letting them do whatever they want. Letting them eat tacos and chicken nuggets and fries with tons of ketchup every night. And it for damn sure doesn’t mean getting all their names and birthdates tatted on my arm. SMH. [Reference: Bad Parents ]
- Caring for a child is teaching them right from wrong. (GASP! Yes, there is such a thing.)
- Caring for a child is teaching them about pride in their personal appearance. Showing them how to groom themselves properly.
- Caring for a child means stressing the importance of school and extra-curricular activities. The importance of timeliness. Responsibility, and accountablity.
- It means teaching values. Being a good example and role model.
It means sometimes being the bad guy. Being the one they get an attitude with, because you don’t take it easy on them all the time. My job is to raise them to be responsible adults. Not to be kids for the rest of their lives. Productive members of society.
I’m trying ya’ll.
Last week was spring break, and even though I wanted the kids to have a good time… I’m still daddy. And I’m certain my children have learned to expect that even though I’m a cool dad, overall, I’m here to guide them down the right path to whatever meaningful lives they’re headed towards.
Despite everything they’ve been through, and are still going through, my kids are the coolest. They’re tough kids. They have a lot of me in them. Of course, they’re Rooks’! And this year I really wanted to do something special with them. While in Saudi, I scoped out some flights to major tourist locations. Places where families could go to have a good time. As March drew near, apparently the airlines had caught wind of when Spring Break was because prices had skyrocketed since I first had checked. There was Los Angeles, Atlanta, Denver, Miami and Las Vegas. Six round trip tickets to anywhere FROM everywhere is expensive. LoL… but, I made it happen. And within the 9 days I had them we got to see Fort Worth to Oklahoma City by train. A wedding. OKC to Las Vegas by plane. Well… VEGAS. And we also got to see a man shooting up in a dumpster.
Learning experience lol.
When I first got the kids, even though they are overly beautiful, every single one of them; they looked a mess. Like they normally do when I pick them up. It’s like… every time I see my babies I have to clean their current living situation off them. They smell of smoke, their hair is rarely done, their clothes are dirty, and SOME attitudes need adjusting. I try not to be too hard on them, because I know where they’re coming from. I honestly think they could take much better care of themselves. They probably already do. Who knows?
So, I took them to get new clothes, about a weeks worth, got the girls’ hair done, and bought everyone luggage for the flight. They didn’t know we were going anywhere “special”. Which my oldest has expressed to me is the only time she’s thinks she needs to do anything to her hair. SMH… It’s not her fault. They also didn’t know they were taking a flight. So, they were unprepared. That’s not their fault either. [MINE] And it’s that I have a knack for my kids to have fancy extravagent hairdo’s… quite the contrary, I think that’s a bit wasteful but jeezus, washed, cleaned moisterized and look like you did SOMETHING to it this WEEK. Again… not their fault. I care, so I do it. And will continue to.
Later the first weekend, I showed them a video that I saw from the show Blackish on HULU. And it turned into our THING for the week. LoL
So… we were putting UVO on everything last week. I actually stole a bottle of sparkling cider from the wedding and wrote “UVO” on it so we could reenact the video. I’m a cool dad. I’m not going to show you guys that… but it was hilarious. It made my oldest smile. And that’s one of the brightest parts of my day. My oldest boy, decided to opt out of the event. He does that sometimes.
However, when he decides to play along with us, his energy can’t be matched. And things really aren’t complete without him. Not sure what his deal is sometimes… but that’s my boy.
It was their first flight, so I got an earful from a couple about how excited they were. And an unusual suspect about how scared she was. Jaidyn was in brace-for-crash-landing position during both takeoffs and landings. I expected behavior like that from my oldest, Aniyah. What a turn of events.
The flight was great. Olivia had enough, so she ended up in my lap sleep. Actually.. I was basically this little girls’ mattress all weekend! LoL
Even though some of the best times I’ve had with my kids have been the simple times, like laying in bed watching videos, or sitting in the livingroom reading on Sundays, or driving in the car singing songs… [Honestly, I have some musical kids. Even though, just a few years ago we did an acapella rendition of “The Payback” by James Brown… This spring break we all sang “Gucci Gang” by Lil Pump together. I believe the kids were, as they say “turnt”. I’m a cool dad! LMAO] it was something to be able to fly with them somewhere. The entire point of the trip was that. My oldest daughter expressed her disappointment with me for not taking her to Hong Kong and I realized that they may want to do some of this travel to. I enjoyed it as a kid, so I wanted to pass it along to them. So, hope they can get used to hitting up airports.
A big eventful trip like this will be unforgettable. And I plan on facilitating many more. Some real cool stuff about being a parent is trying your best to do your all for them and them not appreciating it. Something else that really isn’t their fault. Sometimes you never know how much goes into an activity until you do it yourself. Like… playing chess, solving physics equations or writing books. Parenting is one of those things. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has called my parents to apologize since becoming a parent.
We ate about $900 the whole week. It’s a shame I don’t have any more food pics tan this.
I’m summarizing a lot. I normally don’t give a lot of details about my kiddos. Guess I’m evolving a bit. Not sure if it’s a good direction, but we’ll see. It was just such a good time, I suppose I wanted to tell folks about it.
The arcades, the rides the kids were to scared to get on, the virtual reality fun, the walks, the bus rides, the glow in the dark masks, all the pools and hot tubs, and the zip lining we DIDNT GET TO DO (Sorry, Babygirl, I got you)… it really was a good time.
After spring break was over. My son called me via my oldest daughter (I’m guessing no adults help them out with that) crying. He simply said he missed me. I was driving home from work and it broke my heart.
He wants to be with me, and it’s my fault he’s not. No matter how responsible I am, and how many provisions I make, no matter how much money I spend, I have to stay right here to protect my kids from people who are supposed to care for them. And I’ll stay at it until they’re where they need to be; here with me.
So, that’s what I’m doing. Being present. Bringing presents. Being a responsible, role-model and confidante. And though I make mistakes, I still think I’m a Cool dad.