Saturday, February 09, 2008
Cat's NOT In The Cradle
One of the bad things about having kids is that no matter how much you try to raise them properly, and to instill in them a sense of values, they will still find a way to embarrass you and besmirch the family name.
Such is the case with my son Omar. I have been remembering our times together when he was a wee little terrorist, and trying to figure out where I went wrong. Was I not home enough? Too many nights spent inspiring others to unleash death and mayhem upon innocent people while neglecting my responsibilities as a parent? That idiot infidel singer Harry Chapin had a wrong when he sang:,
I truly don't know where I went wrong, but the shame of my failure weighs heavy upon my heart. You see, my little Omar wants to become... (GASP!!!)... a peace activist.
Such is the case with my son Omar. I have been remembering our times together when he was a wee little terrorist, and trying to figure out where I went wrong. Was I not home enough? Too many nights spent inspiring others to unleash death and mayhem upon innocent people while neglecting my responsibilities as a parent? That idiot infidel singer Harry Chapin had a wrong when he sang:,
"He'd grown up just like meI should have so lucky.
My boy was just like me."
I truly don't know where I went wrong, but the shame of my failure weighs heavy upon my heart. You see, my little Omar wants to become... (GASP!!!)... a peace activist.
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