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I've always thought of myself as a writer. Mostly because I get such satisfaction from it, and because that is the medium through which my thoughts seem to make the most sense. I don't always make sense when I'm just talking. But writing; I feel at home when I'm writing. Here I'll share thoughts, opinions, poems, short stories, and random sketches of "The Wanderers". "The Wanderers" is an ongoing story that I have no intention of finishing, but dearly love adding to. I haven't started this blog, because I think my life is especially fabulous. I'm a stay at home mom, occasionally a college student, a homeschooler and a terrible speller. I love my kids, Jesus, coffee, my husband and ice cream (not in that order). I hate animals, materialism, insincerity, and all things "trendy" (if it's popular I probably won't like it. The exception to this would be all things "Twilight". Twilight IS popular and I DO like it). So that's me, the standard edition, no frills attached.



Friday, July 25, 2008

My Baby's Daddy

Last winter I spent nine mind numbing weeks sitting in an ECE class entitled "Home, School and Community Relations". Basically we sat around identifying different social problems a teacher might encounter in a "diversified" classroom when dealing with each child within their highly "diversified" family units. We were also suppose to discuss solutions to said problems, however each class ended with our teacher (who also taught kindergarten in a inner city public school) assuring us that there are no solutions to these problems, only tolerance and patience. I did take my life in my hands one evening there and suggested perhaps we wouldn't have to deal with a majority of these problems if the majority of society would embrace accountability for their actions and admit the desperate need for children to be raised in a "biologically correct" family unit. The debate which ensued was GREAT! Well, great to someone like me, who enjoys that sort of thing. It was the highlight of the whole quarter in my opinion. The only other remotely interesting thing I took away from that class was a very entertaining list of politically correct titles for male figures that a child may have in their life at any given time. The notes in parenthesis are mine (obviously, not so politically correct).

From "Home School and Family Relations" Sixth Edition

"Beyond the major sub-types of fathers familiar through most of our history- in home married fathers, widowed fathers, and step fathers- today we add:
biological, in home cohabiting father (dad minus commitment)
non-resident divorced father (the invisible dad)
joint physical custody father (every other weekend dad)
stay at home father (Mr. Mom, these guys are cool. I'd like to meet more of them)
single head of household father (the bravest person on earth. I've only known two men who ever survived that.)
cohabiting ,non biologically related father figure (mom's shack up)
non-resident unwed father (my baby's daddy)"

I guess I'm just an old fashioned, "Could I please have a ring and and a house before I make a child with you" kind of girl. It's working out pretty good for me, though. I sure like my babies' daddy.

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