Dear Biological Parents,


I don’t blog on this topic very often, mostly because it is far too personal and complicated, and more importantly the thought of some numb nuts commenting in a way that offends me is too much for me to worry about to actually put it out there.

Today is different, though.

Without getting into all the sordid details of my life and those of my little chitlins, I will just say this: for a few years, now, I have been trying to foster some sort of a relationship between my Pookie and her biological father for her own sake, and because he seemed to want to – at the very least – know her. He has not had her in his life much since she was a little baby, and quite frankly this is a good thing. He is very irresponsible, he does not have financial security, and he did not really want to have kids. He lives with his parents, has a wife, and loves his hobbies. I am fine with all of that, really – I am happy to try and facilitate some kind of relationship with her, since he actually indicates he wants to (which is more than I can say for a lot of other people that have been involved in her sweet, little life).

But there comes a time when I have to look at the situation and say exactly what the courts say: is this really in the best interest of the child?

This weekend we let her go to her biological father’s house for a couple of days, at which time she was exposed to cigarette smoke, things they are aware she is allergic to, and fed nothing but crap. When I asked him what she ate because she had an allergic reaction to something that caused her to break out in hives yesterday (upon getting home), he said: spaghetti, cocoa puffs, lucky charms, frozen pizza bites. What a diet, right?

Today I took her to the doctor because hydrocortisone cream and her regular allergy pills didn’t cut it on the hives. The culprit was that it’s apparently a fucking zoo over at their house. Not only does grandma smoke regularly, but they have two cats, two dogs, some wild rat in the back, and a shit-ton of fish. At the very least, she is allergic to the cats. The doctor’s bill, in the end, came to way more than we had budgeted or intended on – of which we will see not one bit from him – and which she admitted was because they let one of their cats bother her repeatedly through the entire visit, despite the fact that she is terribly allergic and they know.

Then this evening, Pookie informed me that they told her over the weekend that her biological father and his wife have decided to have a baby. This boggles my mind in ways you faithful blog followers could never understand. Boggles my fucking mind.

So I’m a little mad. And tipsy, because I allowed myself more than the standard “glass of wine with dinner” tonight. If I were to write a letter to biological parents that aren’t really parents, it would look something like this:

Dear Biological Parents,

Just because you can’t keep your dick in your pants or you spread your legs so wide people think you might be in the circus (with that flexibility and all), does not mean you are a parent. There is much more to being a parent than just creating a zygote. There is much more to being a parent than squeezing that thing through your chachi, or standing by while it all takes place and calling out “I’m a dad!”

If you don’t pay your child support, you are not a parent. If you believe a steady diet of Cocoa Puffs and chocolate chip cookies is adequate, you are not a parent. If you do not know the difference between toxic and non-toxic, clean and unclean, safe and unsafe, you are not a parent.

If you think it’s okay for your kid to have cigarette smoke blown in her face, you are not a parent. If your kid has a very serious allergy and you just blow it off because you are too busy or lazy or tired or stupid to limit their exposure, you are not a parent.

Being a parent is so much more than sticking your dick in some ho and calling it a day. Being a parent is staying up all night because your child had a nightmare and can’t get back to sleep. Being a parent is sacrificing your trip to Sephora for makeup so that your kid can have her allergy medicine. Being a parent is never making a food again that your kid is allergic to, unless they aren’t home. Being a parent is ensuring your child eats healthy and has a fruit or vegetable first every, single fucking goddamned time they have a snack. Being a parent is doing homework with your kid, and sitting with them while they read for a minimum of 15 minutes a day – because you know that’s what they need to succeed in life. Being a parent is sacrificing day fucking in and day fucking out.

Being a parent has nothing to do with your dick or your hoo ha, or a zygote that happens to have the same DNA as you. Being a parent is everything that happens afterwards – from the first time your kid wakes up and says “mommy, I had a nightmare,” to the minute they tell you “momma, he asked me to marry him.”

I am so fucking sick and tired of these worthless scumbags that don’t have the slightest idea of taking responsibility for the actions they choose to make. I’m tired of it in every walk of life, but today I am especially tired of this. Biology has nothing to do with being a parent. All this other shit does. As I slather cream all over my sweetheart’s hives, sit up with her all night because she is upset about feeling sick, and then wake up tomorrow to no make up because I had to spend all my make up money on this unintended visit to the doctor.

I sometimes wonder why ย some people don’t take on their responsibilities as parents, though. Because despite how upset I am about it now, and how much I complain, it’s so worth it.

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26 Comments on “Dear Biological Parents,

  1. > When I asked him what she ate because she had an allergic reaction to something that caused her to break out in hives yesterday (upon getting home), he said: spaghetti, cocoa puffs, lucky charms, frozen pizza bites. What a diet, right?

    Uh. Have you looked at AMERICA lately and what Americans eats?

    Yeah.

    > Then this evening, Pookie informed me that they told her over the weekend that her biological father and his wife have decided to have a baby. This boggles my mind in ways you faithful blog followers could never understand. Boggles my fucking mind.

    Congrats!

    She will have a little Half-brother or half-sister. (I have 2 half brothers, and we are all half brothers to each other respectively)

    Be interesting to see how the two turn out respectively.

    > He lives with his parents, has a wife, and loves his hobbies.

    Big extended family, guy, wife, mom and dad -and eventually kids.

    Is he Asian or a white dude?

    > I am so fucking sick and tired of these worthless scumbags that donโ€™t have the slightest idea of taking responsibility for the actions they choose to make. Iโ€™m tired of it in every walk of life, but today I am especially tired of this.

    And where do you see or meet all these people, all the time?

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  4. Hey girl, I just blogged a similar blog from the other prospective. Did you catch it? If no, go check it out. It called ‘A Few Words to the Judge.’ It deals with watching my ex raise my sons and having to sit by during the trainwreck. I hate that this happens. Pookie is so lucky to have you raise her and not her waste-of-space dad. I wish my kids were as lucky. They got screwed.

  5. So sorry about your little love’s discomfort. You are a fine mom and I think that is great enough for her.

  6. Awww… poor little nugget. I hope she’s feeling better. You’re right, biology has nothing to do with parenting. On the opposite spectrum, my biological Dad died when I was 9 months old and my Mom remarried when I was 3. As far as I was concerned my Dad was the man she married the second time around. He was amazing… and thank God he was because my Mom was a bit of a narcissistic bitch. Anyway, I guess what this rambling comment is getting to is this: You sound like a great Mom with good judgement. Listen to your gut reaction when it comes to how much crap you’ll allow the douche bag Dad to dump on your little girl. Kudos to you for wanting to foster a relationship between them, but it sounds like at this point it might not be the right time. He needs to grow up and get his head out of his ass long enough to realize he’s been a shit head. Then maybe he’ll have a clue what parenting means. Hopefully by then your daughter will be older and more able to stand up for herself when you’re not there. Good luck. ๐Ÿ™‚

  7. AGH! What a fucking shithead.
    Sounds like they don’t deserve to be in Pookie’s life.

    • Aww, shithead indeed. I think his intentions are good – he wants to have some kind of relationship with his seed (so crude to call it that, I know). But on his terms which just doesn’t work with a kid. Thanks for your comment ๐Ÿ™‚

  8. Your little girl is very lucky to have you as a mom…you look great without makeup and Sephora is too expensive anyway…if you don’t have single custodial rights, you should get them…if he ever wants to see her again, make it in a church nave…if you want, I can get a couple of guys to break his knee caps.

  9. Great post. I could tell that what you wrote came straight from the heart. I sincerely wish you the best in raising up your adopted child!

  10. I am of the opinion that you should have to take a common sense test to be allowed to have a child! I don’t want kids, so I don’t have any. It is that simple. I take precautions, which is what a grown adult should do if they aren’t ready for that much work and responsibility. I am so sorry your little one had to suffer due to someone else’s laziness and stupidity. To think that he wants he procreate again when he doesn’t seem capable of caring for his first child. Argh! I feel for you! She is lucky to have you as a mom.

    • I totally agree with you and just don’t understand why people don’t protect themselves when it really is so fucking simple, and the consequences can be so serious. Thanks for your comment ๐Ÿ™‚

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