Workaholic Dad

This is something I have been meaning to write about all week, but now I am glad I waited until this afternoon. While I was sick I went for a morning walk with the dog and ran into one of Ayla’s best friends – Maya, a 2 year old Bernes Mountain Dog -and her owner. We walked the dogs together and Maya’s owner got me caught up on the newest gossip in town. Apparently one of their friend’s daughter got herself knocked up at the ripe old age of 13 – the father being a 15 year old Kurdish boy from school. Nice. I think I would be frontpage news on the news websites for having gone on a killing rampage if that was my daughter. Seriously without wanting to be judgmental, where did you go wrong as a parent when something like that happens?

That wasn’t enough though – not only did she know a 13 year old pregnant girl, but a 15 year old daughter of acquaintances of their’s was also pregnant. Wowzer! Both of them had abortions – the 15 year old a late-term abortion in Holland, since she didn’t tell her parents soon enough.

There is a group of skeevy stoner teens hanging out around our town. Seeing them always brings back a few memories of Miami during the Hip Hop convention. Baggie Pants, baggie shirts, ball caps, bling bling, the whole ensemble, completed with the scent of sweet sweet chiba. These kids are so gangsta….NOT! Anyways, we had seen a girl from that group around 17 yrs old with a baby in tow a few times during the summer – well, when we took the dog for a walk this morning we saw her and another girl from the group out together pushing their kids around in strollers.

Oh man, I so look forward to raising a baby girl – at this rate I will need to give her the birds and the bee talk at age 4…yikes.