I have a bone to pick with some of the “parents” that I see in these streets. It’s in quotes because the ones I’m talking about aren’t what I consider real parents, they’re simply baby makers! Yeah, they may have gotten a lil frisky without protection, but the way they treat their children makes me wonder about their parenting skills sometimes!
The other day for instance, I was on the train heading home and this lady was so annoyed with her daughter that she was saying some off brand shit like “Get her away from me, I can’t stand her” to what appeared to be her husband in public. Dude looked so embarrassed! Don’t get me wrong, I have an ankle biter a son, and he can definitely be a handful at times, but you’ll never catch me even remotely acting as though he’s an annoyance to me in public. (You will, however, see me disciplining his lil ass, because I’m not about to have a disrespectful, no-etiquette-having child with my last name running these streets.)
It’s like these people out here don’t realize that they’re raising a child. Shit, one of the prerequisites of being a child is annoying the fcuk outta your parents. Think back to when you were a kid, you probably drove your parents insane! I know I fcuk’n did! I got too many memories…lol!
Anyway, lemme get to the actual point of this post…
What is up with having kids on these child harnesses leashes? I don’t care what Eddie Bauer, Jeep, Care 1st and the rest of the companies that make them call them – it’s still a leash. Doesn’t matter if there’s a fluffy bear or Mickey Mouse on it – it’s a damn leash. You should be ashamed of yourself for buying that shit and putting it on your child.
Thankfully I don’t personally know anyone that uses that shit! But if I did, I’m pretty sure their reasoning would be something like …
- Lil Billy doesn’t listen to me
- Lil Becka runs off when she’s in public
- Lil Bobby behaves like a lil animal when we go out
It’s not a coincidence that I used more Anglo-Saxon names in those examples. I went to an all-white high school, so I have an honorary pass to make fun of them a lil bit…lol! Seriously though, I’ve only seen white parents with their kids on leashes. That said, I have white friends who have kids and I’ve never seen any of them doing that nonsense. So don’t go around thinking that I’m saying all white parents do that dumb shit.
Now that the disclaimer is outta the way, back to the matter at hand…
I really just don’t get it! I live in DC and my son is based in NY. I wish I saw him more often, but the circumstances don’t allow for it. That said, even though I’m not there on a daily basis, I don’t need a leash to discipline his lil ass. All I gotta do is either give him the evil eye or say his full name, and it’s a wrap. He automatically stops in his tracks and it’s probable that the water works will start. Proud to say, I inherited that from my moms! Funny thing is she gets mad when I do that to her lil grandson, like she don’t still do that shit to me…lol!
Oh, and don’t think that my lil guy’s a
lil bitch wimp because he’s not. I get weekly calls that he’s getting in trouble at day care for bullying bigger kids than him. That’s right, my son is a muh fcuk’n lil G. Secretly though, I’m waiting for the day that one of those bigger kids teach him a lesson and beats his lil ass. That’s right, I wrote it! I love my son to death, but bullying ain’t cute and I don’t condone that shit at all.
But I digress…
You won’t ever catch me putting a leash on my son! Even though we’re co-parenting from different states, you won’t find his mother doing that dumb shit either! If she ever let God outta her thoughts and tried that shit, I’d have custody before the end of the day…Not even joking!
Call it pride, but public perception plays a role in this too. I think a leash is a visible symbolization (I swear I thought I was making up this word, but no red squiggly line appeared under it…who knew?) that I have no authority over my child. Fcuk that! Ever heard the saying “don’t air your dirty laundry in public?” It doesn’t quite fit here in it’s intended use, but guess who doesn’t give a fcuk? This guy! *Points thumbs to self* The point I’m trying to make is that even if I’m a failure in something, I’m not going to make it easy for outsiders to figure that out. I’d rather hold my kid’s hand with the GI Joe kung fu grip for the entire time we’re in public than to put a leash on him. It’s called smoke and mirrors people…lol!
That is all…