“Family Man”

The left, not just in this country, but in the west and most developed nations, have been pushing this narrative.
“In order to be ‘truly fulfilled’, you need a career, and lots of disposable income, to buy ‘things’ to make you happy.”
Whether inadvertently, or purposely, it has caused a dramatic drop in the birth rate. After all, children aren’t cheap, and they require an investment of time.
These things make being a high earning, selfish consumer, problematic.
The solution to this, according to western Progressive Governments is to import the third world, because they are still having babies.
Not having children, in my humble opinion, is an act of selfish denial.
I was once there myself.
I was afraid of being a father.
What the hell do I know about being a ‘Dad’, I’m still a ‘kid’ myself.
I, in my opinion, had horrible selfish parents. If birth control was readily available in the ‘50s and early ‘60s, I wouldn’t exist.
That made me afraid that I would be the same. I really didn’t have an example of how to be a parent.
I had a horrible temper, I was a very powerful man, and I was afraid of being a child abuser. That I wouldn’t be able to control my anger, and I would hurt one of my children.

When our eldest child was born, I was 25.
I was a police officer that worked midnights in the worst district for crime in the county. I walked around in a semi-rage.
On one of my days off, I was left to take care of my 8 week old daughter, by myself.
My wife had just recently returned to work from maternity leave.
The baby began to cry.
She had a fresh diaper.
She had been fed.
She was screaming, screaming so hard, and so loud, that her face was purple.
I didn’t know what to do.
I was frustrated.
I was angry.
I called my wife at work, and screamed at her.
“This baby is spoiled! She won’t stop crying! Why did YOU do this to me!”
It was not one of my better moments.
I made my poor wife break down and cry at work.
She was 40 miles away, and a mad, violent man was alone with her baby.
I scared myself.
I began to cry.
I was afraid I was going to hurt this sweet little girl.
I took her into her nursery, placed her into her crib, walked out, and closed the door.
She was still screaming, but I needed to calm down.
What the hell was I going to do?!?
I got an idea.
She, until my wife went back to work, had been a ‘breast fed’ baby.
Therefore, she really didn’t like bottle nipples or pacifiers.
My little finger tip was approximately the size of a nipple.
I went back into her nursery, picked her up, stuck my little fingertip in my mouth to wet it, and put it into her mouth, nail down, on her tongue.
She immediately stopped crying, and sucked my pinkie.
She needed comfort, and I just learned how to do it.
She fell asleep, and I gently laid her in her crib.
I called my wife at work and told her;
“We are all good now, I’m sorry, she’s sleeping in her crib.”
My wife sobbed anew.
From relief this time.
I had just become a ‘Daddy’.
I never had another issue with a baby, I had figured it out, and now had confidence I wouldn’t hurt a child.

Fast forward about 30 years later, my step-nephew/adopted brother (long story) turned to me and said;

“I never understood how much a father could love his children, until I saw you, with yours.”

On another note…
My favorite ‘Nicolas Cage’ movie is ‘Family Man’.
He is a single successful Wall Street investor, that missed his chance for a family.
On Christmas Eve, he does a good turn and gets to see what his life could have been.
As his ‘view’ is coming to an end, he decides he doesn’t want to go back.
He has become a ‘Daddy’, and it is more fulfilling to him than all of the money and status he had in his ‘real life’.
He is an example of the propaganda we’ve fed our children.
They, by not having children, out of fear, or selfishness, don’t realize what they are missing.

Being a parent, was the most fulfilling and satisfying job, I was ever allowed to have.