That’s right I abandoned my children. I left them alone. No adults, no teens, no supervision.
They look cute, yet I abandoned them.
You thought I loved them at this point? You thought I am a responsible parent? You thought I need them to continue to be a dad blogger. Well, I’ll have to look up the rules on that last one.
Anyway, I abandoned my children.
Confession time: I got them back. Hey, did you think I was so rotten and cold that I would abandon them forever. Shoot, my wife and I have not been away for more than one night in over 7 years or before SJ was born.
Here’s the scenario. I came home from work and had to run some errands. The boys had been home with the babysitter who had let them in the house, made sure they were okay, and played sports with BR. He did an excellent job. Thanks J.L. Anyway, we only asked him to stay till a certain time, and I figured he had to go home.
SJ was happily chilling out in front of the television. BR had just settled into the computer chair when I announced I had to run errands. I asked the boys to join me. However, neither of the children wanted to be bothered. They were in a happy place and did not want to be bothered.
I had a choice I could have forced them to come with me. However, I knew where this would go.
They would whine “I don’t want to go. Why do I have to go?” After being convinced that they must come along, they would move slowly which would annoy the heck out of me. Once in the car, they would fight, and I would want to scream (link to post).
Not a pleasant scenario.
So, I made a decision: I’ll abandon them.
I took the phone and placed it right next to BR. I instructed him to call me for any reason. I told him where I was going. I also said I would be back in under 30 minutes (No, I wasn’t working my second job as a Dominoes delivery guy). I asked him if he felt he would be okay to stay by himself with SJ.
He said he was.
So, I abandoned my children. And I was happy to do it. The errands went quicker, I did not have to hear arguing, and I could listen to music if I so chose.
When I returned (I admit I called once), my abandoned children were no worse for the experience. In fact, I’m not sure they would have known I was gone if I had not said anything
When I had to go out again (Chinese take out gave me the wrong order), I asked the boys to come with me. SJ wanted to come. BR complained, “Being in charge was the best part.” So, I abandoned him again.
I believe children should be given responsibility as they can handle it. While they might not always handle things the best or the way you may have, this is how they will learn and grow.
BR is 9.5. He was ready to handle being in charge for a little while.
So, I will abandon him again. However, I will return. After all, I am a dad blogger.