My wife does that too sometimes. I don't understand it. I suppose it's hard to let go of being a mother to a small child. Any mothers want to comment?
Why you even bothered to tap his foot is beyond me. My son is woken up like I was in Marine boot camp, if any part of his daily mission is not accomplished--like all hell has just broken loose. He doesn't enjoy it, but immediately understands he's at fault, and these instances are rare. He gets the point, as I'm sure your son also gets it. I recall as a boy getting into discussions about whose dad was tougher. There was a secret pride knowing that your dad was tougher on you than the other dads. At least in my neighborhood.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
DMG said...
My wife does that too sometimes. I don't understand it. I suppose it's hard to let go of being a mother to a small child. Any mothers want to comment?
Why you even bothered to tap his foot is beyond me. My son is woken up like I was in Marine boot camp, if any part of his daily mission is not accomplished--like all hell has just broken loose. He doesn't enjoy it, but immediately understands he's at fault, and these instances are rare. He gets the point, as I'm sure your son also gets it. I recall as a boy getting into discussions about whose dad was tougher. There was a secret pride knowing that your dad was tougher on you than the other dads. At least in my neighborhood.
My wife does that too sometimes. I don't understand it. I suppose it's hard to let go of being a mother to a small child. Any mothers want to comment?
Why you even bothered to tap his foot is beyond me. My son is woken up like I was in Marine boot camp, if any part of his daily mission is not accomplished--like all hell has just broken loose. He doesn't enjoy it, but immediately understands he's at fault, and these instances are rare. He gets the point, as I'm sure your son also gets it. I recall as a boy getting into discussions about whose dad was tougher. There was a secret pride knowing that your dad was tougher on you than the other dads. At least in my neighborhood.
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You so right man.
My boys thought Pops was out of his mind when I was a kid. Straight Bananas.
I remember he'd take us to see Reggie Jackson play in the Oakland Coliseum.
This was back in the 70's. Pops was a handsome dark skin brotha in a 3 Piece Brooks Brothers suit, pushing a drop top Benz across the Golden Gate bridge, blasting Rachmaninov and Barry White on the same 8 Track, with a pistol in his lap.
He said shit ... 1nce.
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Remember Denmark Vesey, a courageous Afrikan whose personal "freedom" and personal wealth were secondary to the cause of liberation for his people.
http://www.pbs.org/thisfarbyfaith/people/denmark_vesey.html
When a star dies, it does not vanish from the firmament. Its light keeps streaming across the fields of time and space so that centuries later we may be touched by a vision of the fire and brilliancy of its former life. The lives of the truly great are just like that. Death does not diminish them in the firmament of our consciousness, where their words and deeds still twinkle like the light of long-dead stars.
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