FamilyMan: Evil Dad
By Gregory Keer
I don\'t enjoy seeing car wrecks, reading about celebrity breakups, or learning of the latest politician caught doing something illegal. But I do like witnessing other children behaving badly.
I know it\'s sinful, a little evil, even. But that doesn\'t stop the twisted inflation of my ego resulting from other parents having a similar or worse time than I usually have. Honestly, I do not wish misfortune on any parent - I just want to be there when it happens.
I didn\'t always know I had this character flaw. For most of my fatherhood tenure, I\'ve been too preoccupied to notice it while my own kids went through phases of throwing breakable items in grocery stores and telling friends that Santa Claus doesn\'t really exist.
My youngest boy, Ari, may be my biggest troublemaker. At an amusement park, he thought it was hilarious to randomly swat other grown-ups while I carried him through the crowd. I\'m pretty sure he would have laughed harder if I\'d been punched in the nose by one of his surprised victims.
Although I know that all children misbehave at times - and that pushing boundaries can be healthy, especially when the stakes are low at the younger ages - I worry about the judgments of others who might see me as an ineffective parent.
I sometimes fantasize about turning into a Dickens character, pulling my kids by the collar and growling at them in a cockney accent, "Mind your manners, my urchins. It\'s not wise to make your father look bad." (Actually, I did that once and my kids laughed at me.)
But a recent conversation has allowed me to embrace my vampire-like desire to feed off other parents\' misery. During a basketball game for my oldest son, I watched a father on the sidelines, trying to give advice to his 8-year-old kid, who responded with, "Why should I listen to you, Daddy? You stink at shooting!"
Then, my friend Adam, a master of the witty aside, leaned toward me and said, "There\'s a column for you. Write about how much fun it is to see other parents suffer."
We spent the rest of the game recounting tales from the parenting dark side. When once, as younger men, we might have shot the breeze about girlfriends, pro sports, and bad job experiences, we were now reduced to cackling gossips.
I told the story of the panicked mom who scoured a zoo in search of her missing son. When she finally found him in the dimly lit reptile center, in which she had looked twice before, she screamed, "Why did you go in here alone?" The child responded with the classic, "I don\'t know." As Mom launched the rest of her tirade, I tried to conceal my grin as other people escaped the house of snakes and the nearby baboons screamed along with the poor mother.
We talked about the father who leaped out of the stands to accuse the opposing coach of letting his players hit baseballs at his son on the pitcher\'s mound. The agitated dad was just trying to be protective, but the tantrum stood out during a tee-ball game among 5-year-olds who could barely tap a stationary ball.
We took glee in the pain of the dad who, after overhearing his child refuse to share any of his toys, announced, "We\'re really nice people. Please don\'t judge us by our son."
And, in one of the more ugly examples, I noted the wicked thrill of seeing another parent get chewed out because his son bit my son, and not the other way around.
I am not proud of my primal need to feel better about my own failures by recalling the difficulties of others, but it does remind me of how absurd it is to try living up to the expectations of calm and wisdom most of us place upon ourselves.
As this Halloween approaches, I won\'t need a costume or candy. I\'ll be the Evil Dad, feasting on the treats supplied by parents trying in vain to keep their kids in line in the dark of night.
Gregory Keer is a writer, teacher and father of three boys. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. Click here to read previous Family Man columns.