Showing posts with label Thankless Job. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thankless Job. Show all posts

Friday, 9 October 2020

Thanks for the props, Canadian Dad Influencers!



Imagine my surprise when I was notified that Pop Culture and me were named as top Canadian Dad Influencers by Casey Palmer in his recent post. Aw, go on!


I won't look too closely into how influential I really am - I can barely get my kids to pick their laundry up off the bedroom floor but it's always nice to be noticed. Flattery is very misunderstood.

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So, thanks for that, Casey. Gave me a lift to see that this morning. Glad to know someone is reading the blog and enjoying it.






Monday, 15 May 2017

LIES, DAMNED LIES AND PARENTING


 
 
Recently I have been asked why I haven’t posted on Pop Culture in such a long time. There are lots of reasons, lack of time being the consistently underlying one. As a father of three boys, scrambling to pick up work, often working three different jobs and - with various home and community responsibilities on top of attempting to bootstrap creative projects of my own – I have no time. But that’s a lie.

The real reason, I have confessed in moments of vulnerability (often after a beer or three), was that I felt like a fraud writing about parenting since, recently, I have felt like a failure who doesn’t have any clue what he is doing.

“But that is what is so great about it!” people have consistently replied. “It’s awesome to see you don’t know what you’re doing. None of us do. And it’s funny.”

I have chosen to take that comment in a positive manner and so below follows another example of how I stumble through parenting.


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I used to get lied to for a living. Or that’s how I described my former job to people at parties. As a prosecutor, I would be dealing with people who were lying to me all day long. I did get some pleasure from breaking down the lies people were telling me and then holding them responsible. But I got tired of it. The court system is adversarial, with people not at their best. It warps you – I started doubting what anyone said to me. I was skeptical of any story told me. So it’s Monday, huh? We’ll see about that.

So I quit. To become a stay at home parent.

I’m sure you see the irony.

Currently, my three boys are 14, nearly 12 and almost 10. And they lie to my face every day.

While I’ve improved my situation in that I now love the people I’m dealing with, the downsides are that I don’t get paid and I can’t put them in jail. And the relentless attempts to deceive me over the smallest issue are exhausting.

“Have you put away your laundry?”

“Yeesss.”

“Really?”

“Pretty much.”

“So, that means ‘no’. Get going.”

I have read that insisting on honesty from your children only results in them becoming better liars. I’m not sure what the alternative is, tell them, “Go ahead lie to me at will with no consequences”? Also, I’m ok with them being better liars. It’s a life skill and we all know that you need to be able to lie well at points in your life. Whole ethics courses have revolved around this.

So, I know they will lie to me. I know that nothing I do will stop it. But, by the same token, I totally lose my mind when I catch them lying to me. And if there is anything I hate more than being lied to, it’s being lied to incompetently. It’s damned insulting. Remember, I used to do that professionally.

So, when my nearly 12 year old comes home on Monday to tell me that the Tuesday night Spring concert, in which he plays viola, has been postponed because the music teacher will be away, I don’t challenge him immediately but it seems… weird – I have heard nothing from the school. Tuesday morning I call the school and the secretary she tells me no, it’s still going ahead. I hang up the phone and prepare my cross-exam.

Not surprisingly, under a withering inquisition, he coughs up that yes, he made it up, lied to me, because he didn’t want to go and that he sucks at viola and he’ll be terrible and embarrassed. Tears follow. I am gob-smacked – what was the plan here? Did he think I wouldn’t find out? What a terrible, terrible lie. Frankly, embarrassing.

If he was so worried about his performance why didn’t he actually practice? And he wants to just quit? Not show up on the day of the show? He has made a commitment to the group and he will honour it. He needs to learn he has to face challenges and sometimes he won’t come out looking so good. He created this situation and he will see it though. It is the mature, responsible thing to do.

“Well, then, I don’t want to do the mature, responsible thing.”

 Part of me wanted to laugh, part or me wanted to shake him like a dust mop.

“You’re going to anyway. I’m not going to let you be that guy. I care about you too much to let you do that.”

“But why, why do I have to do this?”

So, I pause for a moment. Do I tell him the truth? 


 
I opt for the truth.

“Because, otherwise, your life will be shit.”

His eyes widen.

“If you don’t try things that are hard or continue with something when it gets difficult or persist in putting yourself out there after you fail and fail and fail again – you will unlikely ever do anything worthwhile or satisfying or discover what makes you happy and feel alive. You might decide at the end that something isn’t for you but you can’t stop until you give it a real shot and take it to a natural end point.”

And then I told him another couple of truths:
  1. Most of these concerts are pretty bad and expectations are low. Very low;
  2. Parents are only watching their own kids anyway;
  3. In life people don’t pay that much attention to you, they’re concerned about themselves and so, if you put on a big smile and go into things looking confident, you’ll fool most of them;
  4. Someday, not for a long while maybe, you’ll be glad you finished this properly; and
  5. I won’t give up on you or let you give up on yourself and, if you go up there and try your best, I’ll respect you because I know how hard it is.
He went, not willingly or with grace but he went. And he did fine. I’m pretty sure he was faking a couple of the numbers, but, I couldn’t tell and neither could anyone else.
 
Hopefully he learned:
  1. The stuff I told him was true and it wasn’t nearly as bad as he feared; and
  2. To tell me a better damned lie next time.

Wednesday, 6 November 2013

But Can The Marriage Survive When Dad Is A Kept Man?



This is the bullshit subheading of Leah McLaren's cover story in the most recent Toronto Life magazine: Power Wives and Their House Husbands. This is typical of many Toronto Life stories - all sizzle, no steak. Beyond the lack of any real analysis, the article fails to deliver on its premise - that marriages are in trouble when Dad stays home to raise the kids. In fact, the entire article showcases families that are perfectly happy and well-functioning under this set up. So WTF Toronto Life and Leah McLaren? As usual in Toronto Life stories, it is gossip, opinion, narcissism and unsubstantiated claims masquerading as journalism. Hey, my blog can fall under those categories too but it makes no pretense at journalism and you don't have to pay to read it

What the article really is about is Leah McLaren trying to get her head around why ANYONE would choose to stay at home to raise their children if they had any choice whatsoever. The fact that she is a mother makes this difficulty a little concerning. Really? No conflict about leaving the raising of your children to other people? None? That, to me, is weird and maybe more of an interesting story. At least then the preening self-absorption is up front and not the subtext of a story claiming to report on external reality.

Admittedly, I did not go into reading this article with an open mind. It seemed like crap from the get-go but I was drawn to see what she had to report. The short answer - not a lot with substance.

I am not going to blow a lot of smoke about how fulfilling being a stay at home parent is because much of it is not. Much of it is repetitive drudgery and frustration. But it is important. It is worthwhile. Unlike a lot of jobs, like say, being a freelance journalist writing middlebrow articles for disposable magazines like Toronto Life. Being a stay at home parent doesn't usually pay very well but if your boss is a demanding megalomaniacal jerk it can be somewhat forgiven in that he is 5 years old not 45, unlike in a lot of jobs.

McLaren mentions the old paradigm of mothers having to stay at home because they had no other choices, power or education and gave up money, status and a larger role in the world. She wonders why anyone now would choose that, be it a man or a woman. The answer is built into the very question: choice. Choosing to do something makes all the difference. These are not "kept men" or "trophy husbands". The men in the article are all well educated and professionally successful who chose to put their careers on hold for a while to raise their kids. It's not like they are condemned to spending their lives doing it.

Yes, there will be professional consequences but they don't care. Maybe part of that is that they have learned that many jobs (and I'd venture to say most) or aspects of them are NOT fulfilling either. Most people work because they have to and they get paid to do it.  If you had a choice, why wouldn't you spend time with your children? You had them after all - they're expensive creatures. Why did you have them if not to spend time with them? That said, nothing made me happier than to go back to work after spending a long parental leave at home. That soon passed though. What I really liked was being able to choose (to some small degree) the shape of my life. I am happy I was not constrained by the small-minded attitudes of people who cannot conceive of deviating from the (new) traditional path. The real horror movies are ones like "The Piano", "Mansfield Park" and "The Age of Innocence" where people could not choose the path to their happiness because they could not escape the confines of their societies.

Mind you, I personally couldn't spend time at home with my kids if I didn't have other things going on in my life professionally or otherwise - I do need more stimulation and personal growth than spending all day with small children can give you. I like trying to strike that balance. This points out the false dichotomy in McLaren's article: you don't have to choose one or the other.

I would have liked to have seen some dads who did not have the choice and were resentful. There are probably a lot of them - victims of the man-cession a few years ago and the societal shift to shed old-style manufacturing jobs. There might be others whose wives make a lot of money and they didn't and so it didn't make financial sense to pay someone else to raise your kids. Rock paper scissors - you lose. Those guys may not be temperamentally suited to the gig or like the fact it was foisted on them. Maybe they come from a background which told them their entire identity came from the job they held and the amount of money they brought home to the family (wait a minute, that's all of us). Maybe it's easier for effete liberals like me though. This is tough - society never really held out being a stay at home dad  as a viable and respectable option and for some classes and cultures it would be shameful. This reminds me of women on the cusp of the last sexual revolution who stayed home to raise their kids and watched their younger sisters go off and have careers and despise them for not doing the same.

Or how about featuring some women who despised their husbands for being at home? At least justify the premise of the article. There are women out there, like McLaren apparently, who feel men who earn less than they do or are interested in a more nurturing role are lesser men and not attractive. Maybe this is the real idea behind the subtitle - that if she had a spouse who'd rather spend time at home than work she'd lose interest in him and hook up with some alpha male bond trader, seal hunter or MMA aspirant. I don't know. She perpetuates this stigma against men who choose (or have to accept) the modern reality of many parents. This attitude is what really pisses me off. Like the old canard about women who wanted careers who must be lesbians, or not able to get a man or are frigid bitches etc.

I don't get the motivation for this article. Maybe this ties into the last article McLaren wrote for Toronto Life about how she couldn't make her first marriage work because she was a child of divorce herself. It seemed that she hooked up with her current spouse while still married to her first husband. Nice.

Or maybe it has something to do with not always putting yourself first and doing the hard work of being a parent - especially if you don't have kids simply to add to the list of your "accomplishments".

Thursday, 10 October 2013

My Parental Failure Reposted on The Good Men Project

Working Out is Like Parenting: An Exercise in Failure


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Being a good parent ain’t easy; it helps Christopher Sweeney to remember scenes from his own childhood

Every so often I wonder, am I any good at this? By ‘this’ I mean parenting. And by ‘every so often’ I mean like maybe once an hour. I can’t remember if I’ve used this analogy before in the blog but I compare parenting to a kind of approach to weight lifting I was introduced to in high school. It’s called working out to failure...

Follow the link to the full piece on The Good Men Project:

http://goodmenproject.com/families/working-out-is-like-parenting-an-exercise-in-failure/

The original piece appeared in a slightly different form in Pop Culture here:

http://popculture-superdad.blogspot.ca/2013/05/blast-from-past.html




Monday, 3 December 2012

The People vs. Santa Claus AKA Father Christmas


 

Does Everyone Hate Santa Claus These Days?

Whatever festival of light you celebrate (or don't), no one can ignore Santa Claus or, as he known in England, Father Christmas. My question: Does everyone hate Santa Claus these days? Santa is an amalgam of pagan and Christian traditions - what the hip amongst us know as a Mash-Up- and there is apparently something for everyone to dislike. In the Netherlands he is accompanied by Black Peter who punishes bad kids by putting them in a sack. Christians find him too secular and secularists (and people of other faiths) find him too religious. And what's with those elves' working conditions? PETA has probably launched a complaint about the reindeer. He is too fat, nutritionists argue. Too commercial, a puppet of Coca Cola, others cry. Has anyone noticed that Santa is an anagram of SATAN?!?


Cut the dude some slack. He works his butt off in the far north under difficult conditions with only some elves for companionship all so that for one twenty four hour period he can deliver presents to children. "While I hear that some men's magazines suggest lonely women wait for Santa wearing only their Christmas stockings to give him a little Christmas spirit, he really doesn't get much for his troubles." Why does he go through with it?

 
I dislike all the greed, commercialism and expectations that come with Christmas but lying around in my PJs watching my kids open their presents on Christmas morning makes the rest of the crap worth it. I have a good relationship with my wife and kids but there are lots of dads out there who don't see their kids as much as they like or have the kind of relationship they want. For some of them it's easier to just give up as they don't seem to get much for their efforts. Our society promotes self-interest and juvenile reactions to adversity and lack of gratitude. Maybe the paternal selflessness of Santa can show another way. Here's to all Fathers who work hard to provide for their children with the only reward being the happiness on their little faces.

Pop Culture also appears as a regular column in Village Living Magazine. A version of this article appears in this month's issue and on their website at: http://villagelivingmagazine.ca/pop-culture-the-people-vs-father-christmas-aka-santa-claus/.


 

Thursday, 17 May 2012

Diary of A Brooding Emperor Penguin

The Emperor Penguin breeds in the Antarctic winter and after the female lays her solitary egg she transfers it to the male to incubate it while she goes off to feed. Thus follows the diary of one such Penguin father.



March 12
Man, it's getting dark and cold. Don't feel like doing much. Bunch of the guys are talking about going out tonight and try and meet some females. Charley says it's only about 50 km away. Yeah, right, more like 120. Is it just me or does that seem like a long way to go for some action?

March 20
I have to hand it to Charley. He knows the best breeding grounds. I was hoping to see Marion this year but it's cold and dark and what can I say - a penguin has to dance. Met a nice-looking penguin named Rachel. Danced all night.

Mar 27
Man I'm hungry. Haven't had anything to eat since we walked here  2 weeks ago.

Apr 1
Extremely hungry. Cold. This wind is killer. Means Rachel likes to snuggle close though. Yeah.

Apr 10
Guess who's going to be a daddy? Course I'm excited and everything but all I can think about at the moment is fish.

Apr 18
Starving. Not sure how Rachel seems to be packing it on. I mean, it looks good on her... Just saying.

Apr 29
Wow. What a moment - seeing that egg come out. I've never seen Rachel look so beautiful. Then first thing she handed me the little darling and said she was just going for a bite to eat. I was so dazed I forgot that the sea is 120 km away. Wish I asked her to grab me something.

May 1
I didn't even know I HAD a brood pouch. No one ever told me. Charley had to show me where it was. Then told all the other guys about it. Jerk.

May 15
2 weeks? Seriously? Where is she? I can't even walk with this damn egg on my feet. I'm telling you scrambled eggs are sounding pretty good right about now.

May 22
Fish. Fish. Fishie. Fish. Fish.

June 1
Technically I'm not alone. All us guys are here huddling in the same fix. No one says a thing. Guys.

June 15
I taken to talking to the egg. I have to confess in my darkest hours (and this is Antarctic winter - all the hours are dark) I believe I can hear it talking back to me. It must be related to this fasting. I like the name Marion for a girl. Wonder what Rachel would think of the name Thelonius for a boy?

June 27
It's not me cracking up - it's the egg. I thought I heard it talking to me and realized that it's hatching. This is so exciting. I can't believe Rachel is going to miss this. I'll have to remember every moment and describe it to her. I can't believe this is almost over. I'll kind of miss it.

June 28
OK, the up side is that Rachel might still catch the hatching.

June 29
Come ON! Let's get cracking!

June 30
Will deny it if asked but the chick looks kinda funny looking. Also can't tell if it's a boy or girl so playing it safe and calling it Kelly.

July 6
Well, look who decided to show up. All fat and sleek. Rachel. She gave me a look when I tell her the kid is named Kelly. Look, if she had a better idea I would have loved to hear it. And, yes, of course I look terrible. I've lost 20 kg and barely slept for the worry and stress.  And she immediately starts grooming the kid - like I was neglecting it.  Charley says she is just compensating for her maternal guilt. Whatever. Daddy's going out for fish. Don't wait up.