Being a Bad Kid and Karma in Fatherhood

I was that boy in high school that parents feared. Not parents of my friends, or my own parents per se…. but parents of any girl I dated. There were a lot of girls that had parents that were easy to fool. I put on the charm, made them think I was super sweet, and then kept their daughters out way past curfew and usually joined them in a night of wine coolers and cigarettes.

I kept parents up worrying about their daughters. Where they were. Why they weren’t home. I was a total jerk and I didn’t care….. until now.

You see, I believe in karma. And that karma is going to come back and smack me right in the fatherhood face I now don. I have two little girls, and while they aren’t remotely (thank God) interested in boys, I know I have not even a decade to prepare myself for another cocky boy, just like I was, to come to our house and try and take my girls out past their curfew. It’s tough to know when you’re a kid just what kind of effect you have on other people and not just yourself and the girl you’re with. Now, I know, that all those long troubled nights I gave parents are all going to come back to haunt me. So, I need to start preparing and thinking of ways to protect my little ones from the boys that are just like I used to be. I’ve been writing and it has been therapeutic to do so at my blog but those stories are about before I even hit puberty. So, I’m going to have to sit and study ways to keep karma from kicking me in the butt. This brings about the age old question: Do I become a hypocrite if I tell my kids not to do the same things I once did? Do I lie to protect them? Yes…yes I will. I love my girls with all my heart, but if I have to lie and say I didn’t make out with a girl until I was married, then by all means, I will. So karma will dictate what it wants to do with me and my future. But oh baby…. I am not going down without a big, big fight.