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THE WIFE


2010
08.18

Some people wonder if THE WIFE actually exist, and if so what name did she go by prior to marriage, since they have never heard me utter anything except “THE WIFE”.

To be honest I could tell you what her actual birth certificate says, but in the most extreme case,I’d be putting my physical health at risk, or at least setting myself up for an adult time out (sleeping on the sofa) which at the moment neither one of those options sits well with me. I will tell you what she was referred to prior to the marriage. She was “Big Head”. See she’s like the evil drug lord in those movies, the ones that no one except God gets to have breakfast with. If you have business to tend to with them there’s always some sort of middle man that’s never seen them as well. Well that’s THE WIFE, when it comes to social media, it’s just not her thing. So the same way I never refer to my SLMB by name THE WIFE also will not be mentioned by name. Plus, she refers to me as “HUSBAND”. Those who have actually met my wife know her by name.

Today happens to be the day see was born. I attempted to have her name written in the sky expressing my love for her, but, that’s just not happening in Manhattan. Also, thought her seeing her name in lights in Times Square would make her smile, but the closes thing to that would be the six o’clock news, which leans more to shocking and entertainment! So I decided a post would suffice and the best things it’s FREE! LOVE you Sweety!

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2,920 Days in


2010
08.18

Okay, this past weekend my son completed his first eight years. While nothing has changed with him over night, I do realize he’s no where close to the lil baby that was born 2,920 days ago, on Wednesday, August 14th, 2002.

The only real reason I remember the actual day of the week is that I had purposely taken that day off. Work was getting to me, so I requested HUMP day as a personal day, to shorten my week. The plan was to relax at home and do nothing, but watch TV and be online. Can you believe I had dial-up internet service and HD meant Hard drive, which had nothing to do with TV. Hey, I even had a flip phone, matter of fact it was a nextel, with no camera, and texting cost an arm and a leg then so they were rationalized. So in the past TWO THOUSAND NINE HUNDRED TWENTY days many things have changed.

My little man is on his way to third grade, and it amazes, me and THE WIFE, with how self sufficient he is, better said can be at times. Nothing neater than walking by the kitchen to see him getting himself some ice cream on his own accord. His typical response is “I’m just getting a snack to eat while I watch a movie”. He’s funny when he ask to play the video games, and we ask him how much time he has left. He stands there calculating, how much time, and how many days left in the week he has left. To finally decide that, he really doesn’t want to play. Yes, my son has a specific amount of video game time each week! So if he uses all it all in one day he can not play til the following week!

I wonder where the time is going, cause to me it seems like it was just yesterday when we brought home this little ity, bity little thing. He wore Newborn diapers, that fit like they were two sizes to big for him. At times I find myself staring at him, only to realize he’s my son, and the choices I make will impact him in so many ways. Then I question if I’ve made the right choices by him! I’ll never know 100%, if every choice I’ve made in these past 2,920 days were right, but I do know that they were made with him in mind, and so will the next 2,920 days when he celebrates 16, and the every day after that as well!

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What’s the Rush!


2010
08.09

About a week ago my wife was out with our son. They were getting on the bus, when the driver informed her she would have to start paying for him as well. Granted he’s seven and about to turn eight, so its not like what the bus driver said was wrong or mean, we’ve just been lucky since my lil man isn’t the tallest, though he has started to sprout a bit this summer. This also happens to be the same time I find myself looking more and more at him. No longer does he have his baby features, as he starts looking more and more like a little young man.

Fast forward to this past weekend. I’m at a BBQ out in Jersey, it’s after sunset and the kids unable to run around, and are inside flipping through channels. When I walk in, my son is the one with the remote, he happens to stop at The Family Guy, which I tell him, that he knows he shouldn’t be watching that! One of the BBQ’s participants remarks something to the effect of “You don’t let him watch Family Guy, my son watches it, I don’t believe in sheltering him!” I responded by saying that “I don’t really shelter my son from life, and some shows are just not appropriate for kids”. This was not a question on the proper method of rearing a child, or some personal attack on me, so I kept it moving.

See, between me and my wife, she is the one that I would say shelters him. While I’m a bit open to letting him watch certain movies, shows, and cartoons she isn’t. I grew up watching adults, who while they didn’t sit around cursing, talking about drug, murder and mayhem, they did have ADULT conversations. When the discussions were deemed to much for the little ones I was sent away, though while we were there it did not give us the right to partake in what ever talks were happening. This is sort of my outlook with my lil man. I won’t run him off right before having a discussion, or watching a show, but will ask him to take a leave if the subject is something I believe to be to charged for him. This does not only apply to sex, murder, and mayhem but include race, religion, politics. I want my son to be a well rounded, but when it comes to cartoons like The Cleveland Show, Family Guy, and American Dad there’s just too much going on.

Do I feel like I’m sheltering my child at times? Nope, its never has it crossed my mind. My child is growing fast. Faster than I expected, so I will not expose him to what I deem, adult context. While I want him to grow up, I am in no rush for him to get over his childhood, since he will spend much more of his life as an adult.

So parents, how do you feel? Are shows like Family Guy, The Cleveland show, and American Dad cartoons appropriate for your kids? Is there a difference between cartoons and say an actual movie with the same themes? How do you decide if your child is ready or not for “adult context”?

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One last lesson….


2010
07.28

This is my first ever blog post or blog writing, whatever you call it. It actually took me some time to figure out exactly what I wanted to write about. In the scope of things it is kind of a daunting task to have what I would consider my friends, homies, peoples, fam see the real me, void of all safeguards exposed…. So, what have I have chosen to write about? Easy my moms, and the lesson she has taught me even after she has passed…

Two years ago I lost my mother, what at the time was the hardest thing I had ever lived through has become a never ending nightmare. As the days pass by I don’t know if it’s a result of me finally coming to terms or me just pushing it to the back of mind. But none the less I feel like a part of me is slowly dying.

I’ve tried to actually talk about it with some close friends but it becomes hard. Then you have to know that talking about death is a convo no one really wants to have. So no matter what you were doing when you bring that subject up it pretty much fucks up your day or evening depending on when you bring up the subject.

So what did I do? I spent 100 bucks an hour to talk to a complete stranger who was wearing a Mr.Rogers sweater writing in his pad “this Rican here needs to man the fuck up”. I don’t know about you guys but I could use those 100 bucks to buy me a nice bottle of scotch and drown my sorrows. **bbm thumbs up** so that didn’t last long.

So what options was I left with? I felt like I couldn’t talk to my friends because no one wants to be that “emo” friend. I sure as hell don’t want Mr. rogers laughing at me so I bottled it up. I learn to not talk about it. I smoked a shit ton of weed in hopes of not being able to remember anything when I woke up. Of course none of that worked. In the end I was  forced to remember the good and the bad times, forced to shed the tears. I laid awake night after night asking why me? Why now? Why can’t the pain stop.

In the end I’ll never have my questions answered. I honestly don’t think I want to know the answers at this point. I’ve learned that slowly but surely the pain subsides. The regret of not being the perfect son will never go away. But I don’t think that’s a bad thing. People will argue different but in my eyes I view it as something to strive for. To be someone my Mother could be proud of “the perfect son”.

I slowly start to remember times I spent with her. Conversations I had with her. All things that at first hurt me so much to remember now heal the wound. In the end what I have learned from my past two years of grieving is that there is no “right way” to do it. Just as long as I don’t give up there is no wrong way to grief. SURE, people will tell you a hundred million things, but in the end you have to do what is right for you. That’s the most valuable lesson I can take away from all this. So I look up to the sky and thank her for giving me the most painful but helpful lesson I can ever have in my life, “Just do you”.  I love and miss her more than words can express….. Thanks mom.

-Jabba

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Forget Big Brother, what about MOM and DAD!


2010
03.15

Me and the wife picked up netbooks a few weeks ago, mind you I was supposed to be the only one getting one, but the wife couldn’t resist the urge.  Since we’ve gotten the netbooks the pc hasn’t gotten nearly as much use as it did prior to having the netbooks, a fact that our son has clearly pointed out to us.  He even hinted at moving the pc from the living room to his room, according to him he “doesn’t have to bother us anymore”.   We are also in the process of upgrading our phones to which again, lil man says now he can have his “own blackberry”.   Yeah he’s seven which makes these conversations surreal, but a realize its no longer 1982 and its not me who is 7 years old.

Earlier today while researching information on sprints next new blackberry on my number spot for blackberry info crackberry.com in the forums, I read a question posted by a parent in regards to their 15 year old who wanted a phone, and what the parent was researching for, is a program which he/she could use to in essence spy on what ever the daughter did on the phone. The thread was actually started early March 15th early morning, and was already 6 pages long by 4:30pm on the same day. That in itself is crazy, the tread turned into a right versus wrong as far as how far can a parent go, and how much privacy is a child really entitled to.  Myself with a lil man who seems to understand more about technology than I thought he was capable of understanding decided to read through most of the thread.  Many chimed in on the fact that if a parent is looking to such measures that the relationship between parent and child has other issues, while others have gone with the my house my rules approach, and feel the parent is in the right as far as spying or what they claim is “good” parenting!

Me personally do not agree with going to such extent to know what a child of mine is doing!   Say what you will, just because I’m the dad it does not give me the right to spy to such extreme or to be such a paranoid parent.   I think to give my son a phone with spy ware, especially with out him knowing is a betrayal on our relationship and everything I feel I’ve taught him.   The argument was brought up that life has changed and today things are worst than say twenty years ago. That to me is total crap, yes times have changed, but like everything we made the most out of the technology that was available then.   I grew up with beepers in high school and I made sure as soon as the skytel pagers came out I copped one (for those who don’t know the skytel pagers came with a 800 number and actual text message versus the basic call back number).  Do you think I didn’t find myself in trouble because it was easy to make plans and get together at moments notice, hell yeah!   Do you think if I founnd out my moms was spying, I wouldn’t have found other ways of keeping in touch, damn real! If my mother would have went to extremes of access to my messages, we would have had serious personal issues.   Only thing was my mom made it clear as I got older, “get in trouble with the law don’t bother calling me in the middle of the night, I’ll hang up you”(for the record, I have never gotten in trouble with the law).   My moms showed us by example, we could never point a finger and say but you do it.   When I was legally old enough to drink I’d tell her “I’m going drinking with some buddies,” and did she like it, nope not one damn bit.  The fact that she knew I went out drinking ensured that I walked through that door and said “mammita I’m home and good night”.   That wasn’t the end either cause no matter what, I had to get up for work in the morning.  I knew the moment I hung out and she had to wake me up for work, she’d be mad as hell and would have more fuel to beef with me about hanging out!  Yeah you might say that the age of the girl is different from my personal story but the rules apply. You can expect to be respected, by anyone who you yourself do not respect.

See my moms loved me and as any parent always wanted what was best for me, and though me and moms argued, and rarely saw eye to eye on anything.  One thing I love about her was that see let me be. Whether it was because when I came around she’d been worn down by five older siblings and  she was know doing it on her own with out her life partner who past away or just maybe she felt I would do what I had to do, it didn’t hurt to show her that I was responsible for myself.   My mom was as nosy as any parent is and honestly I expected that.  I always understood on some level that was love at work.   She never made an effort to go through my personal belongings even when they were out for her to see.  Why did I leave out to begin with TRUST.  If I can’t trust my mother then who.

My plan has always been to be a father to my sons first, a friend second.   I let him know now as a seven year old, yeah he’s my best buddy, but I am ALWAYS his dad first!  When he tells me stories he rather not share  it becomes our story.  I build with him every chance I can, I tell him I love him not matter what, and when he does something wrong I don’t lose it, rather try and make him understand.   From what I’ve gathered in these past seven years as a father is, that my son knows more than I think and, what he doesn’t he wants ME to show him.

Am I afraid of the peer-pressure my SLMB will face in this day and age, hell fucking yeah.  Will I let that fear guide me, hell no. Its that fear that drives, not just me, but my wife to ensure we give him the proper tools to make the right decisions.  My mother always said “you can take a horse to the rivers edge but you can’t make him drink”.  My son is not a horse but I will prepare him for life as best as possible. There’s many aspects to this subject and at no point do I claim to be right or know what’s best answer for this situations, but I do know life is about trials and tribulations.

  • Parents seriously how do you feel?
  • To those with young ones, would you add spy ware to your child’s cell phone with out their knowledge?
  • How bout those with children who already have cell phones how do you monitor your child’s activity?
  • Is it truly okay for a parent to monitor their child without telling them, or would you at least tell them?
  • Does anyone have first hand experience good or bad?

One thing to think about for those who say times have changed, 50-60 years ago it wasn’t unheard of kids dropping out of high school around 10th and 11th grade to find work and help the family!  So yeah times have changed kids are kids longer!   Leave me your thoughts and comments share your stories also!

One last thing on the thread someone responded by saying the daughter should just have her boyfriend buy her a cell phone!

  • How do feeling about that?
  • Would you really encourage you child to have a boyfriend or girlfriend by them a cell phone?
  • Isn’t that the wrong message to give a child?
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    Where’s Love?


    2010
    03.09

    I was just about to lay down and call it a night, when I got to thinking about a topic to write about, Love. I figured I’d call @nycitymama in the morning, as she loves to talk about her Husband whenever she has a chance, I wanted to see if we could do something about Love and relationships.  I was asked recently how do I keep the love up with my wife, we’ve been together almost nine years, married two in April, we also have a loving seven year old son together. Since I can’t quite fall asleep now I guess I tell you how we keep the love going.

    One thing I enjoy is when I make my wife blush. Yeah its simple, but ladies when was the last time your man made you blush? Its great to see my hot sexy wife blush (yep my wife is a milf). The look on her face when I whisper something semi-sweet and nasty in her ear is priceless. She’ll look down trying to avoid eye contact with a slight giggle, and what do I get out of it, a beautiful smile. Nothing is hotter than her genuine smile.

    Another thing is be a big kid, no I don’t mean to grab your ladies ass with both hands in the middle of times square and act like teenagers with no where to make out, but hey I just may swoop her up in my arms and plant a nice wet kiss while waiting for the light to change at the corner and, grab a cheek with one hand, I’m just saying.

    Next is make out! Yeah so what we’re married, there’s nothing wrong with watching a late night movie on the sofa and acting like teenagers (acting like a teenager is okay when done in the privacy of your home).

    One of the most important things to ensuring love doesn’t get lost in our HOME, is to expose our lil man to it. Not trying to preach but seriously how can my son love if he doesn’t know what it is. My son sees me kissing mommy and mommy kissing daddy all the time. We do group hugs and kisses just because. There is nothing more loving then to have your kid say “I think we need a group hug or kiss, come stand up daddy, stand up mommy”. So when I love my wife I am also teaching my son how to love, ensuring that love will be present in the next generation.

    So with these quick thoughts out of my head I can now lay down beside my wife.

    Tell me what do you do to keep the Love in your relationship or marriage going? Share your tips in the comments and who knows maybe you can help me write part two? Don’t forget to comment and to pass this along! Thanks and good night!

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    Adoption: Unseen ties to the past.


    2010
    03.05

    “I am the sum of all that has come to past before now”

    I’ve often had people ask me if I’d change anything about my life and  my response is always the same, “NOPE”.  I know I haven’t made the best choices nor have been happy with the consequences of my decisions, but honestly my life hasn’t been hard.  If anything I’ve lived my life through my choices and no one else’s when it mattered most, when I became an adult.  To me Life is a series of random events and how we ourselves respond to these events, which in turn lead to more random events.  Around the end of 2008 my little brother gave me a call and told me that he had found our biological grandfather, and an older cousin.  Our biological grandfather lives in upstate New York while our blood cousin lives in the Bronx, by Tremont off the D line* which I find rather funny.  I remember he had called me early in the evening and gave me the phone numbers to call, which I quickly wrote it down, but kind of put it off to the side once our call was done.  See while I’ve always know I was adopted and wanted to know about my life prior to adoption, I’ve had more of a laid back approach to actually finding our biological mother.  So thanks to my little brother this story in the series is all because of him, Love you Bro!

    I had dinner with my family and off course told my wife that my brother had found blood relatives, but it really wasn’t a discussion to be had.  While my wife is my biggest pain in the ass, also my biggest supporter, this was one subject she would not force.  Later in the evening I decided to call my grandfather.  I didn’t know what to really expect when calling, it didn’t help the Abuelo didn’t speak much english, and I on the other hand while I’m able to speak spanish, when it comes to dealing with emotions, the words in spanish tend to get lost with me.  My conversation with abuelo was short and according to him he only recalled seeing me a few times.  He was very happy to hear from me which I found very welcoming.  One thing though abuelo was expecting me to have news of Pilar (my biological mother), as it turns outs no one has heard from her since around the early 80′s.  After speaking with abuelo I called my cousin in the Bronx, and once again that feeling of welcoming was present.  I spoke with my cousin a bit longer than I had with abuelo, as she told me that she knew my mother and recalls seeing me with her.  I felt strangely happy to receive the welcoming I had received that evening, but still had one more call to make, my tio.  While it was already getting late I had no excuse not to call since there was a two hour time difference so I couldn’t even say it was to late to call, plus my cousin said he was expecting my call.  I called my Uncle and his wife answered.  When I said my name the first thing she told me was that, they had my original birth certificate, I don’t know bout anyone else but that means a whole lot to me.  That’s like proof of my existence, not to say I didn’t exist prior to that but there’s nothing like original documentation.  The birth certificate I have is from 1980 a few years after I was born, so knowing that not only did there exist a birth certificate for me, but it was safeguarded.  I spoke to tio who told me that just the summer before they were in New York and tried to find me as they had done whenever they came to New York.  We spoke for a good forty-five minutes and before hanging up I was given two more phone numbers.  Both numbers were for other uncles, one which lives in Florida and the other in Puerto Rico.  Over the course of one night, and a few hours, my family had increased in size with a few phone calls.

    One of the first questions I received when I did my first post on adoption was whether I was Latino by @shiftC which I said yes.  Like knowing that I was always adopted, I always new I was Latino and Cuban to boot, my adoptive family are also Cuban as my biological mother, and my grandfather who also came from Cuba.  What I did find out was that I have part Chinese-Cuban blood flowing through these veins thanks to my grandmother.  As for my biological mother, well she seems to have disappeared sometime in the early 80′s since no one has really heard or seen her since.  It isn’t really a topic of discussion though I personally would like to know.  From what little information I’ve gotten was at one point she got caught up with drugs, also that she got married and moved to Connecticut and had  a daughter giving me a little half-sister around the age of twenty-five or so give or take a few years.

    The other day my uncles daughter from Puerto Rico hit me up on facebook requesting me to friend her and it really got me thinking.  She’s only like nineteen or twenty and was ecstatic to have found me, we also spoke on the phone and she had to put her boyfriend on the phone since she’s like me, except with English, when she gets emotional the words are hard to come by.  He told me how she almost cried looking through my facebook profile. This incident makes me look back and think about all the thoughts I had on adoption, I never thought that my family would double in size.  I have still yet to find my bio-mom, but in the process I’ve have found out that I have been living in my biological families thoughts for the past thirty years, while I’ve only thought about my bio-mom.  It goes to show you that going back to the beginning isn’t about one but those who you have touched directly and indirectly, as my cousin who I speak about wasn’t even  born until the 90′s, yet she knows not just about her Aunt (my bio-mom) but me as well.  Para Los Castillo’s gracias por no olvidalme.

    *the Bronx, by Tremont off the D line*- anyone true native New Yorker is well aware that when giving directions outside of landmarks its easier to just state what train runs through the are, also Tremont off the D train is where I spent a lot of time hanging out in the early to mid 90′s. Basically hanging out rigaround where I had blood relatives living.

    Leave me your thoughts, question, ideas, or even share your story with me, I’d be more than glad to post others stories!

    Also trying to find information about finding someone (biological mother), it’s been about 30 years and not one person in the family knows where she is.  Any information on where to begin is appreciated!  Don’t forget to share this post and look at the others have I written on adoption.

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    The answer is in the question


    2010
    02.26

    One of the first things as a parent I looked forward to was the moment diapers were no longer part of the shopping list.  I dreaded getting that call at work from the wife, to not forget to get a box of pampers, I swore she must have been using them for origami or something, cause I got that call like every other day.  While my son went up in pamper size I’d cheer and cry at the same time.  I cheered for the fact the the bigger the pamper size the closer we were to parting and saying good bye to pampers forever, it didn’t help that my lil man was a preemie  and size N fit him like an oversized trash bag when he came home.  After every size up I’d cry also, cause the box would get smaller yet the price remained the same, and I swear I was still buying boxes at the same rate.  Anyway soon enough the pamper stage was nothing but a memory (my lil man took about a week to potty train), the next stage which I heard so much about was just beginning, the verbal marathon.

    The big difference between the diaper runs and the verbal marathon was the pacing.  The diaper run was like speed racing, which started with a bang, the moment you arrive home with your new born giving you no time to do anything but react, the verbal marathon is quite the opposite starting slow and steady.  This slow and steady pace caught me off guard, I was enthralled and cheered my son on as he began with his first words, which by the way was da, I think the wife is still upset about that.  She feels that after walking around pregnant with him that she earned the rights to his first sound being ma, sorry bout that though, at least you got second place sweetie.  Like any proud parents we cheered him on unaware of what was to come.  Me and the wife kept cheering him on as the verbal marathon continued, thing is we eventually forgot about the marathon.  Our son caught a second wind as he went into the mid stretch of the verbal marathon.  This second wind was unlike the first stretch, where he was just feeling his way, with each and every new word as he mastered and understood them, nah the second stretch was him flexing his verbal mastery.  He was putting together short and simple sentences which was nice, but the sentences went from things such as what he wanted, like, and didn’t like to why.  I’m pretty sure any parent reading this, knows “WHY”, has a tendency to throw a wrench in any conversation, you have with your child.  Nothing worse than being in the middle of some task and telling you child to do something and they respond with why.  Don’t get me wrong, why is great since is show’s you that your child is thinking and trying to make sense of what is happening, but as a parent at times I don’t feel a need for a discussion and having my son just comply with direction would just make things easier, at least for me.  The questions still are raised by my son and we have taken a cheer leading approach to it.  Yes it can be VERY exhausting to cheer your child on during the second stretch of the verbal marathon stage but it’s worth it.  See my son is now seven years old and we continue to cheer him on, we have no idea when this verbal marathon will end or when he’ll go into the last stretch of just cruising to the finish line, at times the questions are fast and furious or just overwhelming we have no immediate response for him, such as when he asked “what is ejaculation?”.

    I’ve always been a cheer leader for my son in his verbal marathon not by choice, but more so by habit.  See I’ve never been one to follow the person in front of me just because they were in front.  I guess I got that from one of my sisters growing up, she would end our conversation if she asked me why and my answer was because.  To her it wasn’t about whether my answer was right or wrong but that I be able to explain it in my own words not a teachers words, or the article I may have just read.   She said if your response to something is because is means you truly don’t understand what your saying and might as well just read aloud where you got the information from.  Well that wasn’t exactly what she told me, but, that’s pretty much what I’ve gotten out of it.  So with that thought process every time my son ask a question I see it as his attempt to learn something he doesn’t fully understand.  Instead of giving him a simple answer I respond with a question of my own.  I’m proud to say I don’t often give him a direct answer, actually rarely.  This exchange between us is a learning experience for not only him but myself.  While giving a child or an adult for that matter a direct answer speeds up the exchange between the two, but nothing is learned in the process.  Often I see parents that don’t realize just what their own child knows or are capable of, because every time the child ask a question they rather give an appropriate yet direct response.

    Let me use my son as an example, he’s a pretty rational and also an abstract self  thinker in terms of how he goes about doing things.  How do I know this well because when I ask him a question and he gives me a response I ask him why, and how.  This always leads me into some of his abstract thoughts of why, it’s even surprises me since even before asking him why or how I tend to have my thoughts on how or why he got the response he did, but soon after asking him why I am face with a totally different view.  My son is very good in math, he’s in second grade and while his class is doing basic addition and subtraction of three digit numbers, he himself is working on multiplication (he came home and asked me to find a website to help teach him multiplication, I kid you not) and is fully aware of positive and negative number and knows where they go on a number line.  Every now and then I give him random verbal addition question, this particular question came during a commercial break.  I said  ”Hey SLMB, what’s 8+7= come on quick, quick?”  He surely answered quickly with 15.  Yeah he’s working on multiplication but it is always good to back and go through older concepts, sort of like a refresher.  So I asked him how did he know that?  I thought he would say cause he’s memorized adding and subtracting all the smaller number or something to that affect, but what he told me was that “I know 8+8 is 16 so instead of adding he subtracted 1 from 8 because it would give him seven, and he know 8+8=16 so 8+7 would be 15. While my sons response to the question was right I probed him to understand why and how, and it proved that he is not depending on what he has memorized but finding his way to simplify problem for him to solve it, ensuring me that he’s not just giving me a preprogrammed response from memorizing.  This also helps when I ask him other questions, because I can honestly have an idea of how he may think about the question posed to him, making our conversations more engaging.  This helps no matter what subject we may discus with our son.  The only side effect of this is now our son needs to understand everything, thus me and the wife believe this verbal marathon will continue way past into his adulthood.  Which I don’t mind you can’t correct anything with out asking the proper questions.  As long as my son ask questions, he will always be seeking knowledge, and it’s that knowledge that he seeks which he will ultimately base his decisions off of in the future.  So I continue to cheer him on his verbal marathon.

    Side note: My son has an extensive library with books on all types of subject matter, we encourage him whether or not the book is age appropriate since we will gladly read it to him, and one of his book is on human anatomy and we’ve gotten up to reproductive section, which he went ahead and looked over himself, bring us to where he found the word ejaculation.  So with that being said question time.

    Parents, how would you explain ejaculation to a seven year old?  How do you deal with question marathon stage?  Do you think the verbal marathon is appreciated in school especially in grades two and up?  Let me know what you think!

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    I laughed but…I also cried (Inside that is)


    2009
    12.13

    Today is Sunday, just like any other Sunday before it, that was until I tried to say good morning to my SLMB. See Sunday’s tends to be the longest day of the week, since I go to school, then work right after, til about 10pm. Meaning when I get home SLMB is in bed already.
    I have a math professor who tries and sells me on how important it’ll be in everyday life to be able to use alphabets in math. If you ask me alphabets are made for reading and writing. The only reason a math problem has six letters and two numbers, is that a genius had to much time on their hands and played a cruel joke, which I must suffer through now.
    Anyway back to my morning, I tried to wake up SLMB to say Good Morning and wish him a fun filled day and maybe bust his chops for a bit, before heading off on my day. Well it didn’t go according to plan, this little “#*$*¤”…, let me just show you how the conversation went down.

    ME: Hey Boopa (yeah I can’t call him SLMB all the times, so this is another one of his names)
    SLMB: aghh (toss and turns, pulls the cover over his heads)
    ME: Hey, Daddy’s, bout to go to school and work.
    SLMB: Why you waking me up so early, I’m sleeping late today
    ME: but Ima be out the whole day
    SLMB: okaaaay, BYE! (With out lifting his head)

    While I’m not foolish enough to think this conversation wouldn’t eventually happen, but not at seven years old. So while I laughed, I also cried inside. The crying was done on several levels. That not matter what my little man is growing up at an alarming rate, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.  Though I appreciate his growing independence, it just makes me feel like I’m getting old.  The biggest reason I laughed though, is, next week, when I forget to wake him before leaving, he’ll be upset with me for not doing so, letting me know that my lil man is still my SLMB.

    Do you have a story to share about your little one growing up oh to fast?  Feel free and share in the comments area.  I plan on making a times flies when you raising kids post soon, and all stories are welcome.

    Leave me alone sleeping late today!

    Leave me alone sleeping late today!

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    Our condition can not excuse us.


    2009
    12.02

    I happen to run across this here article earlier today, and most say it is a great read with very valid points.  I do feel there is something wrong with our inner city men, as you can tell by the statistics give in the article and women.  But!  One thing I hate, is when some one finds out that I have son (I don’t look like I’m about to turn 34 due to my handsome youthful looks), and I say something to the effect of having to stay with my son for whatever reason, that I’m praised for being a father. Don’t get me wrong I’d love to win father of the year award, but not to validate me in any way, just think since Obama won the Noble Peace prize, that its the next best thing.   To me this is the equvilent of being told I speak good english.   Well I should, I was born and raised here, and went and spent my educational life in New York City’s public school.

    Last month I wrote a post dedicated to my father who passed away over 25 years ago, a life time to some.   I spoke with my little brother who was but six or seven when he passed and he said something that has stuck with me, as it is so true.   He said that though he was young, and at over 30 plus years old, has never felt that he grew up with out a father, a feeling I also share with him. Mind you my mother never remarried nor dated afterwards.   While a large portion of our inner-city brothers end up in the system to me has more to do with our tendency to be self-destructive. Look at the reasons we give, such as we aren’t the ones who makes the guns or bring the drugs into our community.  You don’t need to be rich to have a child and raise them right.   What you need to be is there.   As for women who grow up with out a father figure, maybe you need to cherish your choochie a bit more.   To give it up to some random dude who always has the latest gear, and who’s front pockets is by his knees is truly asking for trouble.   Yeah Our urban-communities are filled with many who have become part of, or a big percentage of the incarcerated community, but also we are the community who spends the most in terms of money when it comes to fashion, that includes clothing for both ladies and fellas, as well as make up for the ladies.   Maybe when we get our priorities in order other things will fall in line.

    For the baby daddy’s:
    If you think it’s cute that your child know’s all the words to the latest tunes on the radio, and can’t get pass C in the alphabet song.

    If your child has never heard you read to them, nor seen you read a book, that does not mean The Source, XXL or some other random hip-hop magazine.

    You are not to consider yourself a father in any aspect, just a sperm donor who happens to baby sit sometimes for free so you don’t get taken to court for child support.

    To the baby momma:
    If your child refers to you by first name.
    If your hair has been done, just two days ago, and you need money for pampers today
    If you hang out like you did prior to having your child

    You dear should not consider yourself a mother, try something more like a damn big sister.

    As for poverty being a reason to indulging in a life of crime, that shit doesn’t fly with me.  Those who CHOSE that lifestyle can’t seriously think that by selling drugs to the same people in their neighborhoods, that they are making it better for themselves.  I refuse to accept poverty as an excuse. Many people have left their Countries of birth because of true poverty and come here and make it for themselves.  My parents who left Cuba around the time Castro came to power, got here with nothing but my fathers dream.  Suffice to say many years later all 8 of my siblings and myself included,  have had the opportunity to attend college to make a better life, not just for ourselves, but as people.  We always see progress for ourselves, not our community.  That to me is the issue the needs to be address.

    I know this has been a bit of a rant, but leave a comment and let me know how you feel about the urban condition, and how do you think we can change it?

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