I want them to know that they can rely on both parents to have their backs, always.Intro: (I reminisce, I reminisce) x3 I reminisce, I reminisce Uh! (I reminisce, I reminisce) Yeah (I reminisce, I reminisce) (I reminisce, I reminisce) (I reminisce, I reminisce) Verse One: I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back 22 years ago to keep it on track The birth of a child on the 8th of October A toast but my granddaddy came sober Countin all the fingers and the toes Now I suppose, you hope the little black boy grows, huh 18 years younger than my mama But I really got beatings cause the girl loved drama In single parenthood there I stood By the time she was 21, had another one This one's a girl, let's name her Pam Same father as the first but you don't give a damn Irresponsible, plain not thinking Papa said chill but the brother keep winking Still he won't down you or tear out your hide On your side while the baby maker slide But mama got wise to the game The youngest of five kids, hon here it is After 10 years without no spouse Momma's gettin married in the house Listen, positive over negative for the women and master Mother Queen's risin a chapter Deja vu, tell you what I'm gonna do When they reminisce over you, my God My God It's so. I don't want them to one day realize he attained his comfort at their expense. But I wonder how often they will forgive? When they look back, what will they recall? People say, "Your kids will remember that you were a good parent." That's not enough. Lately, I've been thinking what they will be like five years from now - or ten. But as a woman who has known and loved her father, and the descendant of people who knew and loved their fathers, it's sad to see this. Granted, I make no apologies about my feelings for him as a Grade A douchebag. And if he doesn't call them, they don't call him. And his resurfacing is met with a casually polite demeanor. And now, his disappearance isn't so crushing. How does one explain that to a child? "Well honey, the thought of having to send you money mortifies him to the point that occasionally forgets that you exist?"Īt one point, I remember hoping and praying that they wouldn't feel the pain of missing him.
They couldn't comprehend why he was never returning their calls. He appears, then ducks out just in time to avoid any sort of adversity (read: anything remotely financial). He subscribes to the Wack-A-Mole parenting style. I don't discuss him much because 1) for all practical purposes, he's somebody else's problem 2) my children hearing me bad-mouthing their father, even accidentally strikes me as being in bad form and 3) he's essentially useless. Don't get it twisted, it has nothing to do with what happened to "us" the decision to divorce was a stroke of genius. (Caveat: I often tread lightly on the topic of our "union," as it would open Pandora's existential box regarding The Chocolate Wonders.) Frankly, I don't like dude. Of course, like most kids, they have a father. They fight, bicker and without warning scream, "STOP LOOKING AT ME!" Overall, their virtues far outweigh their faults. Don't misunderstand and think I'm pretending that they walk on water they are still kids.
I TRULY have no idea where they got that from, because I consider myself rather surly and unpolished, but I won't look a gift horse and all that. They're on some, "Even if they weren't my kids, I'd take to buses and a train to hang out with them" cool. Not just regular, "I'm their mom, so I have hype them up" cool. My children are the coolest individuals on the planet.
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