Glory

I read this interesting blog post on my beau’s FB page & it made me cry.

It doesn’t hurt that I was listening to rapper Jay-Z’s song Glory, penned for his two day old daughter Blue Ivy (who is “featured”).

I grew up without a father for much of my life, as he passed away. My foster father (whom I still refer to as my dad to this day) spent a lot of time telling me I was a beautiful & charming woman & not to waste my potential. I learned all of my best character traits from his shining example. I just wish I was better at parenting, working & was more like him.

But for every amazing father out there (& I know a few), there’s a deadbeat who doesn’t call his kids, refuses to do what he needs to do to spend time with his kids, barely pays support (or doesn’t @ all) & would rather go party than be a parent. Meanwhile, their kids wonder where he is.

Daughters look to their Daddies as the standard bearer & will want to marry a man just like their father. My dad told me the true measure of a father was to ask himself this “if my daughter brought home a man just like me, would I throw him out? If my son was just like me, would I be proud of him?” I wanted a man just like my father. Even to this day, he’s who I look to as the male standard. I used to ask my former spouse why he didn’t treat me the way my father treated my mother.

Society practically forces women to develop maternal instincts, but men are almost always given a pass. It’s like we devalue the role of father. Then we see someone so blown away by the birth of his daughter that he has to scream from the rooftops & we’re reminded that a father’s love is a very important thing. Perhaps we should put more emphasis on fathers & perhaps more would “step up” instead of essentially abandoning their children once they’re done with their mother.

Perhaps we as women bear some blame. We have somehow defined masculine as “detached” & “douchey.”
Many soft spoken, quiet men are considered “pussies” because they’re not getting drunk every weekend or picking up random women. To me, there’s nothing sexier than a man who loves his kid. I see those dads @ the park pushing his child on the swings or feeding his baby a bottle & swoon.

So, kudos to the dads out there who do the right thing. Who teach their kids the right way. The dads who love their children and do what’s best for them. Kudos to the dads who gaze lovingly at their child while they play. You are the a very rare breed, the real man.

Celebrity Status

Twilight were-hunk Taylor Lautner was the victim of a cyber-prank when a doctored People Magazine cover hit the net claiming the actor was gay.

People & Lautner quickly refuted the story & life went on. What caught my attention was the reaction from Lautner’s fans, claiming his “coming out” made them want to kill themselves, cry for hours as he was now “a waste.”

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Killing Loneliness

I love Christmas.

Any holiday that combines entertaining guests, baking, & shopping makes me a happy girl. I love spoiling my daughters, friends, boyfriend, etc & knowing I did something that makes them happy makes me happier than anything else in the world.

I’m so excited to see the looks on the girls’ faces when they see the Santa loot. They’re going to be so excited!

But the holidays are leading to the single most horrifying moment; when they go with their father for two days.

I know I have to get used to this, but I hate it. I hate when they leave, even for four hours. I hate knowing they’re in a place that I can’t guarantee that they are getting what they need, that their parent is doing right by them. I need them here with me, even if I can’t be home. I know they’re safe here, protected here. I know they’re with responsible people & it’s something I can’t when they aren’t.

But it’s part of co-parenting, sending them with their other parent. I know I should find a positive, welcome the break, find an activity but I know all I will do is miss them, spend a ridiculous amount of time worrying about them & obsessing about my own insecurities & count the seconds until they are back with me.

Turning Tables

I love the holidays and the pointless ridiculousness that stems from a sentiment.

My good friend posted this link on his Facebook page about a young lady who was suspended from school for posting a racist tirade on her Facebook page regarding the concept of celebrating Christmas and how anyone who doesn’t want to say “Merry Christmas” can “Go back to their own F***ing country” and that we should dress as Santa and scream it at minorities.

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Desperate Measures

Sometimes things don’t always go according to the master plan.

I’m having trouble with this as I like everything to follow my master plans. When they don’t, I have trouble regrouping.

However, minor setbacks can be a GOOD thing. They remind us that we can’t always depend on the things we feel we should. The law won’t protect me from a madman, so I’ll have to protect myself.

Minor setbacks also remind me not to be so damned nice (somewhere Drew is reading this & CHEERING). I’ve always tried to maintain a cordial relationship with my ex for the sake of my daughters & gotten hurt every time. Maybe it’s time for no more Miss Nice MH…@ least where the divorce is concerned.

That’s my fatal flaw; the refusal to believe anyone, even the man who physically & emotionally abused & tortured me for months could be completely evil. My naive search for the good in everyone keeps costing me, now my personal safety. Sometimes, you’ve gotta accept that some people are just cruel, horrible monsters & the good died long ago when they spit in their pregnant wife’s face & called her a whore.

I’m not saying its wrong to believe that almost everyone is essentially good. I still believe that most people are good, kind people. I just need to open my eyes and see that some people are capable of being very bad & stop searching for good that isn’t there. Otherwise the girls & I are going to keep ending up in harm’s way.