The more experienced I get at parenting, the harder I swear it is. Earlier tonight I took my son out to play some ball hockey in the rain, ugh. I didn't know it was raining but we stuck to it. He wants to learn to shoot more so alas we shoot the ball up against a wall.
I told him not to shoot it a certain way, showed him why not and of course, being that he is a 6 year old, did it anyway and ended up losing the ball on top of a roof. I tried to get it back, even went home to get a ladder that was not tall enough, but alas, the ball must be lodged in something I cannot see and it is gone.
Needless to say, I decided to use it as a teaching tool but he ended up crying to his mom that I was mad, that he was sad for losing the ball and boom, I end up being the bad guy. What else is new.
I swear as fathers we face an uphill battle. Starting off, we have no idea what we are doing, then when we figure some parts out, our wives change the rules. It must be a some female conspiracy to ensure they run our houses. How else can you explain how they change the rules, how they can get mad at their children, but we can't. Ah the life of being a dad.
We want our boys to man up, they want to baby them. We don't want them to cry, mom's want them to show their emotions.
I remember a perfect example of that on Brandon's first day in hockey in September 2009. He was tired and sore after falling once or twice. He started to cry on the ice. Of course his mom panicked and wanted him to tell his coach he wanted off the ice etc. I told her he had to man up.
No wonder the animal world has absent fathers, mothers and fathers never see eye to eye.
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