Rob Lee has a lot of opinions, many of which can’t be contained to Robcast so here’s
“I know nothing about being a parent.”
Hey man – Rob Lee here and I have something on my mind – bad dads.
I’ll be the first one to say it – “I know nothing about being a parent.” As I’m not a parent, I’ve been a kid and I had good parents. Being a dad from what I’ve seen can be optional and being a good dad is uncommon from what most people say. I try to rally for the dad when petty women complain on Father’s Day about the lack of “real fathers” (he probably didn’t want your Looney Tunes ass in his life so he had to also abandon the kid to avoid you! – food for thought).
Young Rudo, the dad.
Rudy, my brother, is a dad and he’s still learning his way, evolving to a better parent – I think that’s something we must make a commitment to if we feel it is important. You don’t just stop one day and are suddenly the greatest parent ever – hell no. My boy, Tron, does a good job as a dad – he takes pride in being a father and wants to grow and foster a relationship with his child despite impediments.
Good fathers deserve more credit that they get – my dad was hard on us growing up but he grew into a father I dig – Dann’s dad left a huge hole in his life speaking to the impact or impression a good dad has – granted they’ll never be most praised and lauded mothers. Not all moms are good mothers but socially we laud them in a way that excuses lack of growth parentally or nurture. My mother is great – over protective at times but I need that. I never raised a kid but I know bad parenting, because I know shitty people – I know them well.
An Observation of Bad Parenting
So, I was on the train today headed into the office – the passengers are generally a hodgepodge of Baltimoreans headed West. I see this Migos-reject – I’ve seen before – you know the type, a scrawny, wanna-be alpha male – this fucker would stand in my way – essentially trying to box me out – without consideration of my tact nor the fact that I could maul him. I heard him berating someone – I thought it was the light-skinned woman he’s usually with. It wasn’t and then it dawned on me – I was the little girl that they’re likely with – possibly their daughter.
It was just him and the little girl – she had to be 3 years old. He tells her “he’s going to beat her ass.” I’m not against spanking and so on – whatever not my problem but I noted it. We get off at the same stop – he and the girl are in front of me but within earshot. He dickhead drops to a knee to berate the kid further – I don’t remember what he said but I remember my response – I saw RED.
I sped up my gait to catch up to them. Then I slowed by gait as not to move pass them but to be right there so he could see me. I wanted to protect the kid – I don’t know what she could have done to elicit his wrath but I’m assured it wasn’t worth it. I also thought as the three of us ascended on the escalator of what type of person would she become – this obviously wasn’t her first experience with her possible dad but it annoyed me.
We went our separate ways. I just hope the girl is OK and her possible dad becomes less of a cunt. It’s a process I believe, he has a opportunity to improve as a man, as a father and as a parent. Let whatever the anger is go.