Daddy day of doom number 5274...

Being a single father definitely has its challenges, ups and downs, lefts and rights. But I can clearly say, which most parents would agree about their offspring, that my kids turned out pretty great. Perfect example of this awesomeness would be my 14 year old son Marcus Anthony (yes, his mother named him after the Latin singer....sigh!) Have you ever had something so wonderful that you wish you could have it cloned?? That's how I feel about my oldest boy. He doesn't give me TOO MUCH grief about things and he is an absolute joy to be around. He is loved by his peers and I love him in every way possible. I tell him pretty much everyday how I wish I had 8 more of him around just because of how helpful he is around the house and looks after his younger brother and sister. Don't get me wrong, Isaiah and Alexis are gems too, Marcus just completes the perfectly round circle that is our family. He gets pretty good grades and is very athletic and wants to be a football player. But right now is wrestling season and he had his first varsity match today. Alexis was already at the school to watch the team but I had to wait for Isaiah to get off the school bus for us to attend. Isaiah and I arrived just in the nick of time because Marcus was about to take on his opponent. We quickly took to the bleachers as Marcus shook his doomed adversaries hand and the ref blew the whistle. With phone in hand I hurried to snap a picture with my son in action but had technical issues and got nothing but blurr. As I go to snap another pic the ref's hand hit the mat and Marcus was victorious. I can't believe I missed the whole thing being so busy with my stupid phone. It is what it is and told him the story. He laughed so hard he snorted lol and said its cool that as long as I was there to support him. I love that big kid!!! Btw you can barely see him in the pic but pinned his man in 7.7 secs......just saying lol. Bring it fools!

Daddy day of doom number 5265...

So my son Isaiah comes home from a day of higher learning with eyes full of tears and slams his report card down on the kitchen table in front of me where I'm finishing up some of today's work dumbery and storms off. Im thinking to myself, "Oh God, his grades must be horrible!" After saying a small prayer and doing some of my breathing exercises, I proceed to open up what seems to be a pretty damn good report card. Absolutely nothing but A's and two C's. I couldn't be more proud, so it's gotta be some other reason for his sadness. I call him back to the table and ask him why he's so friggin upset. "I GOT ALL SLASHES DAD" Isaiah says. Meaning that his work in school is showing and/or is beginning to improve but still needs some attention. I assured him that the slashes meant nothing to me or anyone else with a brain. "What matters most is the high marks you achieve on your academics, that's what will get you into the college of your choice and land a good job so you can take care of daddy!" So after a few tickles and a flurry of knuckle sandwiches, his smile lit up and he was back to his norm.....his semi norm....his ISAIAH-self. Always show and tell your children what's most important, and that a proud parent will be there for them no matter what the stupid slashes say!!