The “miracle of life” has been exploited recently since the billion or so people in existence found out “anyone can do that miracle… many times” and pumped out 6 billion babies. I have no kids, but one day I will… today, I have nephews: And they’re terrific when I see em.
Kids are an outlet for you as a parent as you can summon phases in your childhood to relate to them, to bond, and to express yourself in a common way. When my oldest nephew was still a crawler, he remembered me well because of my long, vine-like hair. I would dangle it over him and it would tickle him. Last year? Little bastard said “Why do you have hair like a girl?”
Some people become impatient with children, and this I can’t tolerate. I won’t lie, I’ve had to whoop my nephews asses a couple of times when they reaaaaaaaally needed it. Here’s one example: The kids were playing a video game and the older one had the younger convinced that “it was a hard part” and that he should play one player mode to get them past it before player 2 could join in.
I wasn’t in the room (making the brats lunch) and I hear the younger one get aggrivated and scream. The older one says “Ouch, stop it!”. I stop what I’m doing to check on em just in time to see the younger one throw the controller at the TV screen. I raised my voice, telling em that if they break my stuff they can’t play it anymore. The older one says “He hit me and threw the controller”, I asked why… he said “I don’t know”.
Long story short, the game became a problem, I turned it off, both of them threw a fit… they didn’t want to eat, they tried to sneak away to turn the game back on, I took the controllers and put them on a shelf: They climbed the shelf for the controllers, I told them no more games or else I’ll take the whole system out of there… I put on a movie for them instead, one of them wanted to watch Spongebob and the other wanted to watch the movie… screaming, crying from both: Ass whoopin’ time.
One pop per boy… remember, you might be frustrated by they are children: You can’t just rail into em over and over. They cried for a bit, said they were sorry, I said “as long as you two can share and stop fighting, I’ll turn the movie back on and I won’t tell your folks you were acting up”.
Quiet afternoon… I watched the movie with them, halfway through they got hungry and ate the lunch I made, and when my brother showed up their spirits were high again.
Big story I know: But the thing is, I’m just the Uncle… their “cool” uncle, actually, heh. I know how to deal with the boys, but only because after a couple of hours they end up going home. This story represents about 4 hours in one day I was asked to babysit… I didn’t change diapers, nobody got sick or hurt, there were no bad grades, broken windows, clothes to buy, baths to take.
If you believe you can handle this type of thing and not lose your cool with your minions, then you get all the sweet benefits that I, as just the uncle, don’t get: The chance to shape the development of a child so they grow up to be a hard worker, a kid that can say no to drugs, one who’s happy and loves and respects his friends and family so that when he’s all grown up he can live happily and spread happiness as an adult, as you have for him.
Then he becomes a movie star and you get free sandwiches from Subway.