Today she looks at me and asks…
“Dad…
why are there never other dads on the playgrounds?”
Silence.
Me: „I don’t know princess.
Most men outsource their time.
To jobs they hate don‘t like.
Or screens they obey…
To systems that don’t love them back.“
Silence.
Being present has become rebellion.
Raising your child yourself has become resistance.
Anyway…we hoooooowwwlll. 🐺
I raise my young in the open.
If this offends you good.
It means you still feel something.
What‘s your response to her I‘m curious? 🫵💜🤷♂️
Timestamp of freedom 929426
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When I take my daughter to a play ground it’s normal all the children with their mothers and all the children flock to wanting to play with me…
I was quite amazed when this happened the first time…
Then I realized that these children aren’t getting enough time with their fathers and it all made sense…
Fact. Every single time. When i hit the playground with my daughters and other kids are around it takes us a couple minutes till every kid hangs on my shoulder. I enjoy it but it also makes me sad cause i know what that means. Sad truth.
