PRICE CHECK, PLEASE!

Recently Huffington Post reported that a recent Government report release show women in their twenties are delaying the decision to have babies and using more effective birth control. Also there are several reports that shows the cost of raising a child is ginormous. It's no wonder! Needless to say, kids can be costly. Now adays, kids are staying home well past the age of eighteen when they are expected to go off to College or live on they own. Of course speaking from experience I don't even bother asking my eighteen year old daughter when she "thinks" she might go off on her own and take life by the balls. Taking college out of the equation I expect to have her around for maybe another eighteen years,(kidding!) mainly on my dime.  

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind having my eighteen year old daughter around for a few more years, but at this stage in the game I wanted to be able to have some left over cash in my checking account.  Instead, not only am I paying for food and shelter, I am also paying for her clothes, her pedicures and manicures, because she wants to look "cute"(as if I don't!). Also her traveling expenses, to and from hanging-out with her friends. SMH! You think I would learn, but no! I am really a glut for punishment because now I am on kid #3.  And after learning the cost of raising my two month old baby girl will go up by a little over three percent compare to previous cost of raising a child, I am really looking forward to those tax cuts for the next sixteen years!

Article: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/06/20/us-women-in-20s-less-like_n_1610993.html

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The cost of raising kids, in two charts 

By Suzy Khimm

Now there’s an official price tag for parenthood: The U.S. Department of Agriculture has calculated that it costs $234,900 on average to raise a child, not including college costs. That’s about 23 percent more than it cost to raise kids in 1960. Source: USDA

Carl Bialik

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THE KIDS ARE NOT ALRIGHT

On the eve of Fathers day for the first time in eighteen years I woke up with the overwhelming feeling of doom and despair. Naturally I started to cry because it suddenly occurred to me,(and it hit me like a ton of bricks) that the kids were not alright.  I cried for awhile because it was the only way I could rid myself of the feeling that not even an abundance of love, hugs and kisses made up for the feeling of abandonment,  and rejection my children felt because of their absent Father. Their first love. The perfect man in a little girl's mind. The man that could do no wrong. The man that says all the right things.  

For the first time in years I was not looking forward to hearing:  "Happy Father's Day" from my family and friends.  Indeed after hearing what my eighteen year old daughter said about how the absence of her father had affected her, I no longer felt I deserve to hear those words which felt more like a slap in the face then a praise for a job well done. Of course it did not escape me that my feelings were hurt mainly because I could not understand that even after all I have done she still felt the way she did. After all, doing the job of two parent was not an easy task. 

Certainly, I could not begin to tell them the truth about their Father. Their precious DADDY! Even now with their eyes wide open they still believe he is innocent until proven guilty. Even now they hesitate to believe that I begged him to spend more time with them and it broke my heart that I could not mend theirs.  Also I fought on their behalf, and wrote many letters to him about what both needed to grow into well adjusted young ladies.  More so, I made many phone calls, left several messages and sent many invitations for him to participate in their up-bringing. Yet, no amount of begging, pleading and explanation that children need love, hugs and kisses from both parents, nor that little girls need their daddy's to teach them how a man should treat them had any impact to him.  

Granted I did not know when he walked out of my life he was also walking out of theirs, however I did all I could within my powers and never meant to cause them no pains. Still no one is more torn up about it than me. 

THE DREADED PHONE CALL

I am literally dreading the phone call I have to make today to my case worker to inquire on my case status regarding my medicaid application.  It's a long story, so here's the short version. I am currently unemployed, and in need of medical assistance for my children. As such until I get back to work I have no choice but to get health insurance through government assistance. Apparently among other things, children need health care to grow.  The thing about that is, it's kind of humiliating. I equate it to begging.  In fact, just the way my case worker answers her phone scares me. "May I help you?" Sounds professional enough, but it's really not.

There are many things I find humiliating. For example, letting out a fart you thought was silent, but turns out to be loud and obnoxious. Worse, it came out with you know what. Another is running to catch a bus and you collide with a perfect stranger, which leaves you confused and disoriented.  Finally, waving HI to someone whom you thought was waving at you only to receive the "stank eye" in return for your naivete .  Yet none of the ones I listed compares to going down to the Social Service office, and airing out all of my dirty laundry(as I like to call it)just to get some assistance.  And of course the questions they ask is so intrusive it feels like getting a PAP smear test, accept not by a doctor.  Also to enhanced your chances, don't even tell them you don't know where the Father lives because you will get the look (I imagine) a pimp gives his "ho" when he is about to slap her for letting a "john" go.   

I believe(and I stand corrected)that those people who are really called Civil Servants and not Social Workers, are not human. And if they were they lost their humanity long ago after being on the job for too long. Indeed they have become desensitized  and disconnected to basic human needs and as such I (you) become just a number to them. Certainly I am thinking if I find myself in the position of needing government assistance I am owed at the very least some human compassion. I feel.  After all, giving assistance to someone in need should be a charitable deed, not a personal burden.  Granted they are people who abuse the system, and believe me I understand the need to make this process as uncomfortable and painful as possible for those with the mind to abuse it, but I am one person and I deserve not to be treated unkindly because of a few. 

Rant. Done! 

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

No one said that having children and raising them was going to be easy, but no one said it was going to be this hella hard either!  Especially when you find yourself doing the job all by yourself.  So naturally, years ago when I found myself doing the job of two people all by myself,(no offense to my village family) I was a little resentful.  As much as I hate the term "baby mamma" and try to deny it, I am by definition a "baby mamma."  I define "baby mamma" as someone who had or have a baby for a man they are not marry to or in a committed relationship with. But don't take my word for it,  ask around and see what you find out.

My first baby daddy whom I was married to briefly turned out to be crazy,(details for a later date) so I had to leave him.  Naturally during the course of our relationship we decided together that we wanted children, but as soon as the divorce papers were signed he started playing hide-and-seek until eventually he ceased to exist.  Although, my current situation is a hell of a lot different then my previous situation, I still consider myself to be a "baby mamma" because we are not married nor do we live together. And honestly I don't see marriage in our future anytime soon.  But that's not to say marriage is not in the cards. 

Fortunately two of my kids are now teenagers and can pretty much take care of themselves.  Certainly after many years of letting my eggs go to waste I pretty much gave up on the idea of ever having another baby. Until, yes, one day I met a nice man who had a nice smile and smelled good. Well, you know the rest. Needless to say, as if the first time was easy breezy I now have a new baby and starting all over again.

Of course as usual the week flew by quickly and in between changing diapers, three AM feedings and wiping throw up off my clothes I managed to catch up with friends and family. I had a good laugh with my friend T, (not a baby mamma) who went off and gave me an ear full for sending her yet another piece on being "Single." She reminded me not so eloquently (I might add) that there are more important things around the world that should be a conversation. But instead we are busy discussing the same issues that are recycled in the media every other month, like being single. In other words, "Who the F#@K cares!" Right? Note to self, don't tell her to watch Miss Advised a new series coming on Bravo this month. 

Then I caught up with my sister D,( a baby mamma)the Teacher and after we talked briefly about my niece Princess (not her real name) she filled me in in a day in the life of a Teacher.  Of course I am always shock and can't never get over the shenanigans that these children are allow to get away with.  Next I spoke with my Mom (married too long) who always starts our conversation with, "I left you a message, why didn't you call me back before I left the house?"  As if she can't talk on her cellphone while walking or shopping or whatever she is doing at the time.  And always our conversation ends with, "please tell one of your ungrateful children to bring back my plastic bowls." Despite that, I realized suddenly that it had been awhile since my Mother and I had a disagreement over my parenting style. Must be age and the fact that I am beginning to have a deeper appreciation for her. KNOCK on woods!

Eventually the weekend came and I find myself stuck on Facebook posting videos of my baby.  Yes, I am starting to be one of those Mothers. And updating my status every chance I get. 

So there you have it, full disclosure, nothing left unsaid. Until next time, you can find me at http://peoplearetalking.webs.com
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