I am a father. I love my son. He told me I am a good Dad…that’s nice.
I am grateful the task of fatherhood has greatly diminished for me. I found it a thankless batch of work in which I would have been happier not to participate. I know people for whom this seems otherwise. If they take personally my comments and experiences regarding fatherhood, oh well!
It had always been my choice to be childless, my son’s mother had other plans…and she did plan to get pregnant without my knowledge before the fact. She is very well educated from a well educated socially conscious family… I am not a victim of her choice. I chose to participate in my son’s life when he was 12 and have ever since.
I approached it with zeal and enthusiasm and eventually grew to detest it without it affecting my treatment and loving kindness shown to my son. I gave him time, care, attention, love, and direction and the opportunity to enter manhood. He still hasn’t fully matured because he was not able to get mentorship from mature men besides myself and my experience has shown me that this premise is necessary for full development. I came to accept long ago that the nuclear family is a ruse knowing that only the extended family with mature paternity…and maternity can help children become adults. I also know that men only gain part of what it means to be a mature man from women and their fathers. I have been shown we also need mentoring from real men, older men to make the transition. At any rate. I did well, very well, especially for a man who did his best to enjoy it-and did sometimes-and in the overall assessment, did NOT.
Now my son is raising his own family…oh woe, oh woe, oh woe unto the prospects of this. Until the world gains momentum toward sustainability and repair… we need mature parents, not more children…
At any rate I hope you MOTHERFUCKERS out there in the world have a great fucking day(BTW- I do love the sexual love parts of the fucker-fucking of the mothers). I decided I am.