Sitting by the fire and sipping Hibiki to keep us warm, the fathers were trying to convince me to become the kids’ leader. They said that I read voraciously, write persuasively, and play sports such as skiing and skating. The kids could learn something from me. I was flattered, but I had to be honest with them.
I am in it for the food and drinks, not the kids. I take my kids there so someone else better than me can teach them. I am definitely not a good role model. They don’t know what I had to go through to not have to deal with the pampering-ass kids. Nowadays I keep my distance from other peoples’ kids. I don’t interact with them. I don’t talk to them. I don’t play with them. I don’t want any drama. I definitely don’t want any trouble.
I am pretty sure the parents will never bring that topic up again. Of course Hibiki was doing the talking. In all seriousness, I thought I was good with kids until I had my own kids. Now it’s a struggle everyday being a parent. I thought that parenting would get easier as the kids get older. I didn’t realize that I have to deal with different issues. The older they get the more resistance I face. The more I talk, the less they listen. The more I care, the less they pay attention. The more I worry, the less they get it. Maybe I just back off and let all hell break loose.