It is nice for this At Home Dad to be wanted in one breath from my 5 year old son; then the next breath
“I hate you!” So where do this At Home Dad stand? My son has a “love-hate” relationship with me depending on his current mood.

If things are going his way and life is good I am never called names. When these times are happening, I am called Dad da, not dada like a baby verbalizes, but a Dad da, two explicitly distinct words said in rapid series and said only when we are harmonizing in life.

If things are NOT going his way and life is NOT going in his favor, I am called names. When these times are happening, I am called a Poopy Head or am told, “I hate you“.

Unfortunately in our 5 year relationship we have gone from mostly good days, I yearn for, to me being told he hates me more days than not, not because I am trying to be mean, but I have to keep an adult outlook on what’s going on and keep us safe. I try to talk to him and be his friend but when it is eight o’clock at night and he wants to go outside and play with the older kids on the block, and I say no, I am instantly the household villain. Trying to explain to a five YO that I am his biggest advocate and supporter is like trying to explain the concept of time to someone who cannot tell time, where in time and age he will eventually understand what I am saying. I would love to let him go out and play more, but I have to be responsible about his best interests, which turn into my best interests.

I guess I should just be happy he no longer says, “You wrecked my life” when he does not get his way followed with the “I hate you” jargon. Those really made me feel valued.

So what are these days, just the start to a vicious series of love-hate cycles until he is twenty-five or so? It will only get more complex with time, first with girls, then with vehicles and girls, followed with vehicles booze and girls; I can only imagine what it’s going to be like, then times it by 10. Then by the time, he is 25 it will all stop because he is finally grown up and may have kids of his own, or so I hope.

To put it in perspective these lyrics sum it all up. Go to my Crea8Buzz profile and listen to the song “Don’t Blink” in the player at the bottom to get the true meaning, sentiment and power of this Kenny Chesney song.
Just like that you’re six years old and you take a nap and you…
Wake up and you’re twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife…
Don’t blink…
You just might miss your babies growing up…

Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your “better half”…
Of fifty years is there in bed and you’re praying God takes you instead…
Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think…
So don’t blink

I had better not blink or I might miss something even though there are times where I think I will never pine for these days!