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If I could dance with my father again.

Throughout life you will find that as people come and go, some never really leave. I was thirteen years old when he passed away. He was and is still the greatest man I ever knew. My popa. In my mind he was the most honest, loving, and caring person to ever walk the earth. He was my knight in shining armor, my Prince charming, he was my hero. Actually, he still is my hero. He served for his country would have proudly done it again. He spent his days hunting and fishing before diabetes ultimately took his site. We spent our afternoons building things in the shed and making messes for my Nanny to clean up. He may have been set in his ways but I can’t recall a time he ever told me no.

To know him was to love him. He was the first man in my life, and set the bar pretty high for what a man should be. I know most kids enjoy spending time with their grandparents, but he was far more than just a “popa” to me. There was an unspoken bond between the two us. I remember asking one time “how could ever get married?!?!? There will be no dad to give me away!” He gave me this silly face and said “well, I wasn’t going to let just anybody take you off! Figure I’ll meet him first and I might let him have you.” I knew from that moment on, he would fulfill any “daddy duty” we encountered.

Sadly, he never made it to wedding day. To honor him, his photo was with us at the arch my husband and I exchanged our vows under. My actual father and I dedicated the “father-daughter” dance at my wedding to him. It was an extremely emotional moment for everyone, but I know that for every second that passed, he was with me. I was able to dance with home again (so to speak). That was the song played. Today he is weighing heavily on my mind and I hope that everyday since he has passed he’s been proud of who I am and who I am becoming.

 

To my popa, my hero, this one’s for you.

I am not your “baby daddy”.

I’m sick and tired of seeing these little girls get on social media such as Facebook and brag about partying, tattoos, and materialistic garbage when they have NO JOB. This week they’re spending money like it’s going out of style, and next week will be bashing their “baby daddy” and asking for a handout. Get off your butt and get to work! I don’t care if you’re 18 or 28, you’re not grown.

A grown woman, a real mother puts her child or children first. Don’t worry, before you try to sale me some sob story, I know your kids are well taken care of, they’re fully covered on Medicaid and you get $500 a month in food stamps. That does not cover diapers, and that does not cover clothing. Oh! Wait, you get child support? Well, that’s supposed to support you child. It’s called child support not sorry support. You can’t take care of them if you’re buying yourself a new wardrobe or tattoos.

Let me clarify, I am NOT talking about those who need help to get back on their feet. I am specifically talking about those who ignore their child’s needs in order to cater to their own. Children half dressed, or looking like a mess, while you roll out the red carpet and get those nails done. Please, have several seats because you’re about to be schooled.

A real woman has morals, standards, and self respect. If you are wondering if I’m talking about you, you may want to check yourself. I am disgusted with this generation of illiterate people that try to claim they have it so hard, and they’re just trying to make it on their own, when my tax dollars are supporting them. If I’ve offended you, I can NOT say that I am sorry. Please feel free to keep scrolling, or ignore this article. I would hate to hurt your feelings when you’re wrecking my paychecks!

I firmly believe anyone who genuinely needs help should have the opportunity for it. Welfare was made as a stepping stone for people to get back on track. To help those who have stumbled. It was not made to replace a piece of crap “baby daddy” and support habits. I have had enough! I am not your “baby daddy” and I’m tired of giving out money. It isn’t free because I have actually worked for it! We all stumble but to survive, you better learn how to climb. I’m tired of climbing with a family of 5 on my back!!!!

You know what else I don’t like? Lazy parenting! Stop worrying about drugs and luxury things and take care of your kid! Most of these so called “woman” are only concerned with partying, drugs, and taking men from one another. Ladies, you really need to step it up If you want a man to commit to you. You will never have a good man if you spend your time at the clinic and in the streets. “When you know better, you do better.” now you know better.

What man wants a woman that’s too busy running the streets to run the kitchen? There isn’t one. That life may work for a while, but it won’t get you anywhere. Trust me, I’ve seen it with my own eyes. If you are married, you had better start praying for your marriage. This is a dead end road. The world does not owe you anything. That goes for men and woman. The actions you take don’t just hurt you but your children as well. Don’t be supposed when others don’t want you around. It’s a proven fact, you are most like the 5 people you spend the most time with. Who are you surrounding yourself with? The only person who is going to help you, is you. Get up and get to growing up. Help yourself and help your children.