[quote]kellyc wrote:
3 Toe, change a few minor details and I could write exactly what you just wrote. My boy is now 4 and we are “buds” as he says, but during thge 1st year I didn’t have breasts so he didn’t have much use for me. I remember the first winter there wasn’t really that much I could do so I just went snowboarding.
As of last Friday, he now goes with me. I can’t wait until he can go up on the mountain with me. For now I’m just towing him around the bunny slope.
I love my son so much I really don’t care how bad he acts. When I lecture him about something, I’m not even mad, don’t care, and I usually think what he did was pretty funny. I just lecture him because I know I need to.
Last night he made a mess on the kitchen floor. I really didn’t want to bother him with it and wanted to clean it up myself, but, instead, I went and did the right thing and made him clean it up. I’ve still never hit him or yelled at him. He’ll probably never be spanked.
I think that woman may have an instant physiological love for a new born, but for men, I think we grow to love our children. Even though I loved my boy when he was born it was more of a love of this thing my wife and I wanted. Or, even a love of my own immortality. Now it’s just pure love.
The night before last he fell asleep in my arms while watching TV. Looking down at his face at such times is a spiritual thing for me. He looks like absolute perfection.[/quote]
Kelly. My initial response to my newborn son was nothing but pure selfishness on my part, I am sure. I did go through the motions of helping, I changed him, and held him through hours of crying, and when he’d finally stop, I’d try to ever so slowly lay down with him on top of me, and as soon as he knew I wasn’t standing any more, the crying would start all over.
I just suddenly realized after all these years, that maybe I suffered from some sort of male post partum depression. It doesn’t seem to matter now, anyways. Because I don’t think that anyone suffered any lasting, damaging effects from my bastard days back then. I think I just simply was not cut out for the infant years of child raising. I honestly looked at every day back then, as being one more day done, that I’d never have to repeat.
As for lecturing him, and cleanup. Now that, I am 100% the same. I honestly rarely see the need to discipline him at all, and I have to put my game face on to do it. I tend to see the humour in his indiscretions, and I just do what I think is right. And as for cleaning up messes and shit, he knows if he makes the mess, he has to clean it up. And most of the time, I’d rather just do it for him, cause it’s faster and easier. I just don’t because he’s gotta take responsibility.
As for yelling at him, or spanking. Again, exactly the same. I don’t yell at him. And I have never hit him, and don’t intend to.
And here’s my brag. The other night, I was taking him to Karate. I forgot his water bottle, and I told him so on the way there. His response? “No, Dad. It’s my responsibility to bring my water bottle.” I was floored. We decided to split the responsibility. LOL
|/ 3Toes