The Scariness Of Parenthood Over Time

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m not sure if this post is going to have an overall point. If anything, I’m just here to share some random observations I’ve made about parenthood. All I know is, despite being a dad for nearly a decade, I still have no clue about what the fuck I’m doing, man. The truth is, as children continue to grow, there will never be any room for complacency, fam.

Ok, to be frank, I was inspired to write this post after hanging out with my oldest son last Friday. Now, since I have more than one child, solo time with each kid can be a little rare. Side note, I know people advise to carve out individual time when there are multiple children involved. All in all, I’m trying, bruh. I’m trying.

In any case, last week, my wife had something to do at her church and our youngest son was with her. So, it ended up being a night at the crib with my firstborn. Moving on, we camped out in the living room and watched copious amounts of X-Men: The Animated Series on Disney+. In addition, I tried to pick his brain on the day-to-day social shenanigans of his school life. I mean, he always tries to be coy, but he’s already made it clear that he’s started the boy/girl game with his classmates.

Anyway, during the course of our random conversations, it threw me for a loop that I was having a meaningful dialogue with my son. Like, I distinctly remember changing his diapers. I remember when he learned to walk and talk. I remember when he read his first book. Fast forward to now, he has legitimate feelings, real friendships with people and the whole world ahead of him. Truth be told, I’m fucking frightened by all of this, man.

Look, as exhausting as babies can be, parents can essentially control everything, son. Shit, they depend on us for their basic existence, fam. But, now I’m at the phase where that isn’t really the case anymore. Yes, my son is still a child but he’s also fully-immersed in the environment around him. Hell, my wife and I are now at the stage where we’re trying to decide if he’s ready for the “sex talk.” All I can say is, my little boy is growing up and I don’t even know how to feel, bruh.

In the end, I’ve probably said a lot and said nothing at the same time. Ultimately, I’m just a father trying to evolve as his son does the same. By and by, parenthood is unique because it’s never static, son. At the end of the day, the circumstances always change and we need to be ready to change with them. All in all, I just hope I don’t give my kids any terrible advice and fuck them all up. I mean, daddy can be a head case too, man. Shit, ask my mother. I’m positive that she had the same struggles in figuring out how to raise me, fam. I guess the cycle just continues, brethren. That is all. LC out.

P.S. For inquiring minds, my son was two in the pic on the left and a month away from nine in the pic on the right. Good day.

P.P.S. He won that trophy in his second-ever chess tournament. I was fucking HYPED, son! Ok, ok, I’m done. For real.