A King with No Christmas

Papa Bear called me a Grinch. I don’t really celebrate holidays except birthdays which are your very own personal holidays. Papa announced that he is getting a tree, a real one. I gave him a blank stare. We have a mobile almost 1 year old. So now my life is going to be about keeping tree shedding out of King’s mouth, making sure he does not pull the tree down or break an ornament. Sounds like fun right? This time of the year is troublesome for many reasons starting with the weather. Ice, ice baby. Too cold, too cold.
The celebration of Christmas presents a lot of issues for me. The first one is, it is a lie. People work hard for their money and then go into debt to buy gifts only to give a red-faced fat white man all the credit. What? I will be telling my child the truth, that Mommy worked hard to get him things and he shouldn’t just expect gifts just because it is December 25th. Why do we lie to our children about the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, etc.? A few years down the line they find out the truth and look at their parents suspiciously. And spare me the argument of keeping children innocent by telling them lies. You keep them innocent by protecting them from adult content, keeping them safe, encouraging their imagination; you know, being a parent.

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And for the Christians that want to take issue with me, I am here for you too. I am by no means a theologian. Based on my limited understanding of the Bible and concordance I’ve read, Jesus was born in the spring time. So what exactly is Christmas again? To all my culture freedom friends Kwanzaa is made up also. However, what Maulana Karenga did was create a holiday that affirms my sun, his ancestors and culture. I’m choosing that if I have to choose something made up to celebrate. Every year I go to the Kwanzaa celebration at Dance Place. Hopefully, now it can become a family tradition. King loves African drumming. He thinks it’s a lullaby.
I do like the spirit of Christmas. It does bring the best out in some people. Thinking of others and volunteering time and resources to the less fortunate happens often around this time of the year. That is a good thing. If I give anything this year, it will be my time, love and talent. How will you be celebrating?


Raising a Singleton

As soon as I had my first child people were asking me when I would have the next. It is repulsive enough that the government tries to make decisions about my womb, now I have randoms doing it also? No sir, we are very happy with our #1 and have no plans of making #2. After folks learn this, I get bombarded with ugly comments.
“Your child will be spoiled.”
“He is going to be selfish!”
“Who is he going to play with?”
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It seem as though being an only child has gotten a bad rap. Since I am an only child; I would like to have a PR moment on behalf of only children everywhere. There are wonderful skills we have acquired as a result of having no siblings. Only children have wonderful imaginations. Creative people tend be only children. Famous only children include Kareem Abdul Jabbar, Alicia Keys, Frank Sinatra and John Lennon; maybe being a singleton had something to do with their genius. Just maybe. My grandparents used to tell me the story of how I would set my dolls in a row and play school, teaching them their alphabet. They would also crack up laughing at how I would beat the dolls for getting out of line. I was a big disciplinarian in my young age. Exercising my creative juices allowed me to manifest my current job as an educator.
Only children know how to be their own best friends. One of my favorite things to do is going to the movies by myself. I have plenty of girlfriends who will forgo an event because they have to go alone. Dear single ladies, you increase your chances of being approached by a man when you are alone. Those mobs you like travel in, intimidate men. Just saying.
I can have laser beam focus when raising my child because I have only one target. I plan on encouraging his creativity in every way. I also think it is important that he appreciates his own company. And don’t worry, he will earn his rewards; they won’t just be given to him. He will learn to share and play with others because his father’s family is overflowing with children. So randoms, if I didn’t ask for your opinion about my single offspring, why would you offer it? And would it be inappropriate if I said to a mother of multiples, “it looks like you don’t pay much attention to that middle one. He has boogers in his nose, his shoes are mismatched and it looks like he has gum in his hair!”