What I’ve learned about being a Step-dad

The Troll Generation


Remember when the internet troll was just some anonymous person online that was trying to make themselves look superior by putting you and everyone around you down?  Remember how we ignored them and tried our best “Not to Feed the Troll“?  Well…  They’re back.  Well actually they never really left in the first place,  the trouble is, they’ve evolved.  This next generation of kids, our 16 year old’s, were born to the internet.  Not only have they never experienced a world without the internet they’ve never experienced a world without Internet Trolls.  So what, right?  It’s not a big deal, is it? Well, yeah it kinda is.  Because remember they are the product of their environment.  And while we had both the internet and real life social friends, we were able to recognize and isolate (ignore) those internet trolls with ease.  Because the social circles of today revolve around internet communication and not as much face to face communication, the internet troll has had a wonderful mask to hide behind.  Making them even more hidden then ever before to the eyes of this generation.  

The Troll Generation, are just simply acting and reacting in reflection of the environment they are most comfortable in.  We did it when we were there age, and they’re doing it now.  The only problem is the complete lack of empathy or compassion relayed between two people in any given conversation when that conversation is relayed completely online.  Unfortunately something was lost when this change took place.  This generation is depressed more and more, and that depression is read into every word that is texted, posted, commented, or otherwise relayed online.  A few years ago I had written a business article for a newsletter of a company I had worked for regarding how we read into emails with emotions that are not necessarily intended by the writer.  And now because this generation is born to the Internet Troll, they understand it, inherently.  They couldn’t explain why they know, they just do.  And they use it.  They use what they understand to be the way individuals talk to one another through sarcasm and defamation.  All so they can hide their thoughts behind a shield of “unemotional, uncaring, disinterest” to protect themselves from the rejection of their peer group.     

   The unfortunate part is we only get to see the Troll.  They work so hard to protect themselves from the possibility of rejection from their peers that the online persona bleeds into their offline persona.  So imagine being in your rebellion phase, with all the related teenage angst and frustration and the only way to communicate with your peers is to Troll the world with them.  Welcome the Troll Generation.  A generation of kids that only communicate with each other and AT us via trolling.  A bunch of kids on a library stoop tossing a hand sign up they know is going to piss people off, but don’t really know why (or care), just for the credit of saying “U Stoopid! Y U no Like me? I wave hi see, U Stoopid!”.  

So how do we correct this?  Well, truth is, I don’t think we can.  This is the new normal, and something that they will need to resolve on their own.  Just like we did with whatever it was that we did that was SOOO different from what our parents did.  We just need to remember that they want the same things we wanted when we were there age.  Understanding, Acceptance from our peers, and credit for our knowledge.  We can only do the first and last, and the other will be handled naturally.  As long as we can maintain a moral compass with them, and help them see the best direction and how to make the best decisions then we’ve done all that we can do. 

Social Media Addiction

I know how this is going to come off, me posting information on social media addiction on…  Social Media.  But that’s the medium of my choice for this.  And yes, I know it’s been years since my last update but It’s time.  It has been for a while.  You would never give your children free access to addictive drugs, but yet you give them access to the internet all time.

These days it can’t be avoided.  It’s a part of the social structure now, the way teens communicate today is almost strictly through social media apps like WhatsApp, KiK, Facebook, Discord, Tumbler, and on and on the list goes.  Every time I post a new article here it gets posted on Facebook, Twitter, and of course this blog.  So far there’s really nothing all that wrong with using all the available avenues of communication, and not just Teens but adults too.  Adults (at least some of us), however, know when to stop.  We know the value of talking to someone face to face.  We recognize the difference between something said in person and something said online.  There’s an old saying “Actions Speak Louder than Words”, online… all you have are words.  Kids today are not growing up with that.  Sure they communicate in part at school but barely.  The majority of their interaction with their piers is online.  And while that may not seem like an issue at first glance, remember this is all online.  There’s only words here, no action.  And yes I know there’s “Action” in gif’s and some memes, but not real action performed and witnessed by the individuals discussing it.  The most important part of this interaction is the physical presence between the involved individuals, and they are only witnessing it third hand.  And what’s worse is that our parents saw this coming.  They yelled at us to get off the video games and go outside and play.  With cell phones and tablets, go outside and play just means to do the same thing only outside.  Walk down the street, and if you come across a group of kids (as unlikely as that is), they will most likely all have their head in their own phones barely acknowledging one another.  Then it happens.  You wake up to this disconnection from reality in your child and realize something has to change.  And when you make the necessary change, you’re surprised to find that your child is acting like a strung out addict.  Well, the truth is, they might as well be.  As human being we strive every day to prove our place in our tribe.  And when we get that recognition, we are rewarded biologically with a little something called dopamine.  It a wonderful chemical that makes you feel incredible.  And every time you see a like, a follow, a share, you get a nice dose of that wonderful chemical.  These kids, and some adults, are getting tons of it everyday.  And for some of these kids it’s the only way they get it.  So what can you do?  It’s a rough road ahead.  You’re going to experience a version of your child that you may not like, but hang in there, the affects of dopamine withdrawal can be mitigated.  First stay on target, the first 24 hours will be rough for sure, but once you pass that you just need to maintain your focus.  Find constructive ways for them to interact with the word they only wrote about before but in the real world.  Find ways to turn some of the words (keep it positive) they used online into actions off line.

The important part of this is showing them real ways to get that dose of dopamine, as opposed to the imitation that social media provides.  That feel good feeling should be accompanied by a sense of accomplishment and a physical reward or memory to look back on.

Once they understand the difference between the imitation and the real thing, they’ll want the real thing more and use social media as the social tool it was meant for and not the drug dealer it has become.  With all this in mind, as a step parent there’s only one thing you really can do, and that is support your significant other while they deal with this issue.  Offer things to do, never stop, and never give up.  Sooner or later they will come out of the social media stooper and you need to be ready take advantage of the opportunity that provides to break through to them.

Quick Updates

So I went away to Pennsylvania with the wife and kids this week so I didn’t get a chance to post, nor was I able to find anyone who wanted to post in my place… (oh so lonely)

Anyway, Just want to let everyone know I’m still here and still going to post, but you’ll all have to be patient and wait till next week.

Ciao for now, and Have fun.

One Day Weekends & Road Trips

Being a step dad is a full time job, even if you don’t have the kid’s full time.  It’s not always easy finding things to do with them, especially with our restricted budget.  Fairs are great fun, but can run up to 40-50 bucks for a few quick rides and some ice-cream.  A movie is terrible expensive and given the large range in ages 8, 17, and parents it’s not easy to find something that everyone can agree on.  Not to mention that the little one’s father usually takes her to see the kid friendly movies of the week.  So we’re forced to find economically maintainable activities for each weekend.  Sure sometimes it’s just us staying home doing what’s available around the house, but we’d rather get out and do things.  Fortunate for me, the kids don’t shy away from doing things that are “educational”; of course we’re slowly starting to run out of places to go.  Recently however we’ve been seeking out dog parks to take our puppy.  We found this wonderful one in Bay Shore called Gardiners County Park.  It was a lot of fun, there’s a long path that you walk down and at the end is the ocean.   The fun part was while we were walking down the path we had no idea that the other end held the ocean.  So all the dogs and their owners were coming back down the path toward us soaked and dirty.  Now just to clarify why this was so much more fun for me than it should have been, my wife is crazy about keeping everything clean.  The dog got 3 baths in one week because of her disposition to cleanliness.  And here we are walking toward a big old area for the dog to get just as dirty as he possibly can.  I could feel her worry grow with each passing mud packed tail wagging pup.  Of course the comments of the owners were helpful too “Boy that’s one clean puppy”, and “Someone keeps you very clean”.  All I could do was smile, I knew no matter what happened at the end of this path I was sure that not only was the dog going to be a mess but my wife just might get a bit messy herself.  Eventually we got to the end of the path which spilled into a small beach were the dogs and owners could get a little wet in waves of the ocean water.  There wasn’t much of an undertow from the waves, and they were only inches high, nothing like the waves at Jones Beach or anything.  Just slight waves like an active lake would have.  Unfortunately the dog didn’t like the water too much so there wasn’t much of a mess.  I ended up getting the wettest in my attempt to coerce the pup into the water with a treat.  This worked but once he got the treat ran back on shore.  We met a family with a similar dog there and talked a bit.  Eventually we left, walking the trail back to the beginning.  We found Mr. Softy there and enjoyed some time together with a bit of teasing and laughing and all the little things that make moments like this memorable and fun.  It was then that I realized that all the people that were around us enjoying their time didn’t stop to think if I was a dad or a step-dad, all I was doing was being I.  When I was a kid and went out with my family on little trips and what not, I didn’t think I had to act like my parents son.  And with that same idea when we as parents/step-parents go out we don’t think we have to act like the parent of these children.  Ultimately we have to just be ourselves, and as long as we do that, as step parents, we’ll get the respect we suspect a parent would get.

This past Monday we went to Pennsylvania to go visit my 19 year old who’s away in school.  Since the wife and I both had the day off from work, we thought we’d just take a quick day trip to go have lunch and have the family all together for a few hours.  What a trip…  This was a sort of test run for me, as next week I’ll be driving the family out to Hershey Park, Gettysburg, Lancaster, and all those other wonderful places around there.  And I’ll be doing that for a week.  So it should be interesting.  But that’s for next week’s post.  This week were talking about what can be done in one day.  And the day trip we took this last Monday was fun.  One of the big things you learn about the kids is their taste in music.  I, as the driver, always expect that the music that is played is according to my choice.  Let’s face it; I’m the one who’s driving here.  It’s not like I get to take a nap, read a book, stare off into the passing world, or generally speak on nothing in particular.  Well… Ok, maybe I can do that last one.  But the rest I’m bared from.  I’m driving after all.  I personally love the beach bum music, but there’s never any to be found, I enjoy good country but I know I’m the only one in the car that would, the only thing left that I like to listen to that doesn’t make me want to vomit is Classic Rock.  I’m sure as #@&* not going to put on any rap or other such nonsense music.  We went the entire two hours there listening to classic rock, and then for the entire 2 hours we were there we listened to classic rock.  But once we were on the road again heading home the meek little voice of my 17 year old decides she’s had enough of the classic rock.  After some unsuccessful attempts at different music selections that would enjoy too I decided to put the radio on scan.  Now for those who don’t know, scan is a setting most of today’s radios have.  It plays a station for about 30 seconds and then it changes to the next station it finds up the dial, and then repeats this process.  I tell my 17 year old to tell me when to stop.  About 15 minutes later I realize that we’ve gone through all the stations at least 3 times and no one has said a word.  Finally I asked why she hasn’t stopped me.  No one even really noticed that the radio was flipping through the stations for the past 15 minutes.  Sure once I piped up, everyone said they were wondering what I was doing, but the changing stations was apparently less annoying to my 17 year old than the classic rock I was listening too… I worry for the future of music.  The funniest thing about the whole music issue was that her maid complaint about the music was that it all sounded the same…  Classic rock all sounds the same?  And you’re comparing this to what?  Brittany Spears, or maybe Beyonce, maybe even Justin Beber?  Want to talk about music all sounding the same?  It’s amazing what you can learn about your kids when they’re hot and tired in the back seat of a long car ride home.

My nephew and his friends made up this very fun game and I’ve been playing it with him for what seems like forever.  And it’s a great car ride game.  It’s called … well it doesn’t actually have a name, but we’ll just call it the Twinkie Game.  The idea is to get the most points from spotting a twinkly while on the road.  But a Twinkie isn’t what you might think.  Not it’s not a yellow cake filled with white filling.  But instead it’s a yellow vehicle.  Now as it is a game here’s the rules.  1. Taxi Cabs and School Busses don’t count.  2. It must be self propelled by a mechanical engine.  3.  It must have at least two wheels.  4. You only get one point per Twinkie.  Now my mom and sister play this game too, and they like to call out extra points for unique Twinkies that they see, i.e. “Twinkie Plane, 10 point”.  Personally I feel that the harder Twinkies to find are the motorcycles so if any should be more points it’s that.  My little one likes to call out extra points for Twinkie punch buggies, and I always let her call whatever she wants.  Because once she starts loosing she gives up and quits.  As a matter of fact on the ride home she says ” I’m not playing anymore, but that doesn’t mean you win, cause I won and that the end of the game” of course I continued to play but she wouldn’t recognize any of the points I was getting.  Not that anyone else in the car was playing.  The older one only plays to beat out her sister whom in turn she does that in turn ends the game as the little doesn’t want to play anymore and if she’s not playing then there’s no point for the older one to play and I’m left high and dry wanting to just play and not getting anywhere…  But that’s their relationship that how they are going to grow with each other.  The older one will always be trying to prove that the little one is too young to “hang” with her, and the little one will always be trying to prove that she can “hang” with her.  Little do they both know that they are being forced to “hang” with me… oh and the wife too, of course.  I can’t stress enough how important it is to just spend time with your kids, even if it’s doing nothing.  Sooner or later a smile will pop out from somewhere and you’ll find that little connection can build big bonds between you.

As I mentioned I’m going away next week with the family.  So the chances of seeing a publishing an article next Saturday is pretty slim.  If you would like to “Step” up and try your hand at writing an article one week, I’m more than happy to leave the floor open to you.  Just shoot me an email and we’ll discuss it. I’ll have access to my email on my phone but it’s no good for publishing these articles.

Last Day of School & First Day of Work

Ah, remember those days sitting in the classroom with everyone including the teacher staring at the wall clock waiting for that final bell to ring, the sweat dripping from your forehead and back because the AC wasn’t on.  And all you can think about is getting out for the ENTIRE summer.  Tic toc tic toc tic toc…  The seconds just keep plucking away, and you finally realize just how much time you spend in each classroom.  And finally it happens, the bell rings.  You run out to your locker, pull everything out and dump it on the floor and head for the door.  We were all set up for disappointment it seems…  My office for one doesn’t break for summer.  I can’t pull the contents of my desk and office and toss it on the floor.  Nope, I’m here day in and day out, no summer break but for a single week when I’ve accrued the adequate time to take a small vacation.  So what better way to save our kids from this disappointment than to send them off to work themselves.  It may seem a little cruel to take away a summer of nothing but fun for these kids, but think about it this way.  Do you remember how good it felt when you paid for something with your own hard earned cash, something you wanted, and something you worked for?  I want to give the opportunity for this feeling to my kids, so they will work through their summers.  Sure, I’ll still help them however they need, but if they can do it on their own they’ll feel much better about it.  It all comes down to that old fisherman tail “Give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day, teach a man too fish and he’ll eats for a lifetime”.

Now working is great and I’m all for them paying their own way with things.  But…  and it’s a big but.  The opportunity to volunteer their time is better.  Sure, they don’t get paid, but they get an experience and an even better feeling of accomplishment than getting paid can ever give you.  Now remember last week I told you how we go to the library every weekend.  Well, my 17 year old got a volunteer job at the library.  She goes for an hour a day to help out.  Of course she’d be there an hour a day if not more anyway, but that’s not that important.  What is important is the sense of responsibility and the willingness to follow through on those responsibilities.  This is good for me too, because when I was her age guess where I worked?  Yup, at the library.  Of course I wasn’t volunteering, I got paid, but still.  The point is that it’s something we share in common, something we can talk about and share stories about.  It’s all about finding those little things that you can bond with them on.  And you’ll find that to be a common theme in all my posts, finding a way to make every experience a bonding one.

There’s another saying that comes to mind when we think of Summer time for kids out of school…  but before I share it let me say, I’m not one of those crusading Christians or anything, as a matter of fact I’m actually a Wicca (but more on that later).  Now here it is “Idle hands do the devils work”.  What I mean is that if they’ve got things to do than they don’t have time to get themselves into trouble.  Of course my kids are perfect so I don’t have to worry about that…  yeah right. Given enough idle time and boredom kids can find ways to do stupid things even if they’re the most brilliant minds you’ve met. Not that I have any experience with that…

Bedtime Stories

Every weekend we make a family trip to the local library (Island Trees Public Library).  Danielle, our 17 year old, loves to read.  She usually gets at least 3 books every time we go, and she finishes them all every time.  I enjoy reading, but I couldn’t possible gobble up a book the way she does.  Our youngest, the 8 year old, usually gets a few books but then don’t touch them till it’s time to take them back.  This past week however I picked up The Neverending Story by Michael Ende, and for the past week I’ve been reading a chapter to the little one at night before bed.   Most of you, I’m sure, have seen the movie version.  You always hear people say how the books that movies are based off of are so much better.  Well, let’s just add this book to the list.  Everyone knows the opening fantasia scene where you meet the Rockbiter and the little guy on the racing snail and the other character that flies on the bat.  The first chapter of the book goes into detail about who they are, what they’re doing and where they come from that the movie never even touches on.  As a matter of fact I went back and watched the movie just to refresh my memory on the various items in the story.  Now as I read the story to the little one I’m amazed at just how much was cut out of the screen version of the story.  Not that I’m knocking the movie at all, it fit as much as it could in the time it had.  But the book is so interesting, of course the characters names leave you wanting, but you have to remember that the book was written in German and so the fantastical names are even more out there.  If you think you might have had a hard time with some of the Lord of the Rings names while reading those books, you’re going to have a real issue with these names.  Just to make life easier I changed the names a bit (actually I really just shortened or used the movie version of the names).  All in all however, it’s been a lot of fun reading the book to her.  I’ve realized that at the rate we’re going there’s no way we’re going to be able to finish the book by the time it’s due to be returned to the library.  So we’ll just have to rent it again.  The real fun of this whole thing is that I know that this story is going to stay in her mind for ever; it’s certainly staying in mine.  And the memories that we’re making together will stay with her.  The only unfortunate part of this is that when she sees the movie she’s going to be so disappointed that it’s not the movie.  But what can you do, it’s just one of the things we deal with in our entertainment industry.

Just to put this out there, one of the best ways in my opinion to experience a book is to hear it read aloud. Sure you can do some great things with your own imagination when you’re reading, but when you hear someone else reading, your imagination runs even wilder.  At least it does for me.  A movie forces you to accept the movies interpretations, while reading limits your ability to truly get lost in the stories world.  Having it read to you allows you to close your eyes and truly escape into that world.  Orson Scott Card writer of Ender’s Game
speaks about this in the audio book version of his book Ender’s Shadow.  Both of those stories by the way are great books for boys.  As a matter of fact Ender’s Game is listed as one of the books all boys should read according to The Dangerous Book for Boys by Gon and Hal Iggulande.  And for those of you out there that think they would have trouble sitting and reading out loud for any reason, know this, I haven’t said an entire sentence of this book so far perfectly.  I mess up things left and right.  But I keep on going and no one notices.  Even when I give the wrong voice for a line (yes I even do the voices for the different characters) I just keep on going.  Besides all that, it’s so much fun to escape to this fantastic world.  For me it reminds me that I still have a child hidden inside me, and this lets me let him out for a breath of fresh air. Just an FYI, there’s also The Daring Book for Girls by the same author.

This may be a bit off topic, but it’s my parting thought for the week, so deal.  I was sitting in my car having lunch a while back and I was watching a small family of geese.  The mother was meandering along the grass stopping to eat here and there, the father was standing tall looking over the area and watching everything that approached the area and the two little baby geese were eating and bouncing around as they do.  At one point the mother goose decided it was time to move on a bit so she just started to walk away.  The Father continued to watch but followed along slowly.  There were no sounds, no quacks or squawks or whatever the sound that a goose would make.  The chicks saw that mom was leaving and quickly caught up with her only to be followed by dad once they were there.  I kept noticing the same thing happen by the young of many of the mammals in all those animal planet type shows. You can go ahead and make whatever assumption you like from that, but for me it made me realize two things. One, what it is that I should be doing in regards of my family.  My job is pretty simple, keep my family protected.  Of course we humans are bit more complicated in what we have to do, but the same concept still applies.  The other was that the chicks didn’t need to be reprimanded or threatened to do what they should do, it was automatic.  And I leave you with that thought.  Do your kids ever show that type of behavior, or have you noticed it with others?  Thanks everyone for reading, a please feel free to leave a comment.  Especially if you’re looking for some input on a situation, I’m pretty good at listening.  You can also email me at I’m happy to help where ever I can.  Ciao for now, and Have FUN!

(Step) Father’s Day

Father’s Day.  It’s a big deal for all the dads out there, and a huge question mark for all us step fathers.  We’re never quite sure where we fit into the father’s day puzzle. Sure, we celebrate Fathers, Grand Fathers, God Fathers, but do we celebrate Step Fathers?  All the others have been there since day one, but we step fathers…  We haven’t.

I remember celebrating father’s day with my father.  Every year my school had these little flea market type things in the cafeteria the week of Fathers day and Mothers day.  And every year my mother or father would have to give me a few dollars to buy a gift at the flea market for the other on their respective day.  Eventually those days passed and we had to start remembering these things on our own.  By the time I started to remember and prepare for father’s day, my reason for celebrating it at all was gone.  There were still plenty of other people celebrating the day, and I often found myself wishing a happy father’s day to people that weren’t my father.  So I got used to the idea of celebrating a father’s day for someone that wasn’t my father before my own step father came along.  Of course once he did, it was a bit awkward.  It was like starting all over again; my mother would constantly have to remind me that its father’s day and that I should get something for Pop.  Of course some of that had to deal more with my own teenage selfishness, but it also had to deal with the idea that Pop was now the father I should be celebrating.  Like I’ve said before he is a good guy, and worth the celebration, I just wasn’t sure what to do.  Eventually though I got over it.  Sure these days I’m being reminded of these dates by others, but that’s more because I’m a forgetful person and not a teenager dealing with his selfish phase.

Over the last 13 years now, I’ve actually been celebrated on father’s day by my nephew who I’m the God Father too.  But this past year was the first Fathers day that was celebrated for me where I was the actual father.  The little one enjoys celebrating anything as long as she gets some sweets.  The then 16 year old however was a different story.  She wasn’t all that interested in the day at all.  Not because she’d rather spend it with someone else, but more seemingly because she didn’t know who or why to celebrate it at all.  This year however, I hope she’ll know and want to celebrate.

The big thing to remember here is this.  You can’t expect it.  You can’t want it.  You can’t even wish it.  Father’s day is about other people recognizing you for the father you are.  This isn’t something we can force.  It’s either appreciated or it isn’t.  So my suggestion to all you step parents out there who aren’t sure what to do on Sunday, just be happy if they try to do anything, even the smallest remembrance is worth it.  And don’t forget the bio father has been celebrating this day with them since the day they were born.  Traditions are necessary and shouldn’t be touched by us step parents, ever.  We have a strange job, us step parents.  We have to nurture not only the relationship between the step children and ourselves, but also the rest of the family (including the bio-father, or bio-mother).

Teen Drivers

I will never forget my first few driving experiences.  The very first was with my father at the Jones Beach Parking lot.  When I tell you that this was the biggest parking lot I’d ever seen, I mean that if you needed a parking lot that would fit the entire population of Long Island, this was it.  Of course if you have the same car as everyone else that could be a problem.  My uncle later had taken me to teach me how to drive a stick, which was interesting. We went to the parking lot of what was once Pergaments where I basically just drove in a big circle trying to not destroy the clutch. And finally, my Driver’s Ed instructor at school, He was the loudest meanest old man you’d ever met.  He hated women drivers, and constantly yelled at you for not staying to the right.  Granted that’s what you’re supposed to do, but he took it just a bit further.  If we weren’t within inches of the right hand curb we weren’t close enough.  My first driving experience with him was in the back parking lot of the middle (jr. high) school, where he put us in reverse and told us to step on it.  I still don’t know why he did this or what I was supposed to learn from it.

Now an interesting side note to this is that all this time while I’m learning to drive a car, I’m also at school learning how to fly a plane.  In a plane you use your feet to turn while on the ground and a slide to accelerate it.  It’s a good thing I became a good driver, as I didn’t turn out to be a very good pilot.  I know it’s a tangent but it’s a fun story.  We flew up over Jones beach and the instructor turns to me and says “ok I’m going to stall out the plane and I want you to recover it”.  Now being the good driver I am, I think “no prob, I know how to turn the engine back on”.  Well let me tell you when a pilot says the plane is stalled it has nothing to do with the engine.  He pulls back the engine (which I expected) pulls back and aim the plane up just a slight bit and then we start to fall forward.  The plane tips forward and down we go.  I turn to him and said “but the engine’s not stalled”.  He looks at me, closes his eyes and shakes his head.  Now did I mention that we’re not alone in this plane?  There are two passengers in the back who are also learning how to fly like me.  He turns back to them and they’re both wide eyed and a bit scared looking and pulls the plane out of the stall and then proceeds to educate us on the proper way to recover from a stall.  All this time we’re still falling out of the sky.  Not once did any of us panic however, because we’re all teenagers.  And as every teenager knows, you’re invincible until you turn 21.  And then you’re invincible only when you’re drunk.  I never felt that invincibility in my car until after I got my license.  Again, the driving exam passed it first time out.  Like I said, I’m a good driver. By the way, I searched all over for the picture I know I have of me in the cockpit, but only found my Flight Log and Plotter so grabbed a picture of that for you guys. That photo of a Cessna is just as an example of the type of plane I was flying.

Anyway, now it’s my 17 year olds turn.  So what do I do?  I take her out to the Jones Beach Parking lot of course.  Now this isn’t the real first time she’s driving, I let her drive the car around a tiny parking lot one night just for the fun of it, and then I let her mother drive (she doesn’t drive either).  Who do you think did better?  The wife of course (she actually reads these).  Since then I’ve taken her a few times to drive and she’s getting better and we’re getting to bond a bit at the same time.  Now here is the most intelligent girl I’ve ever known and she’s having problems understanding the study material for the written exam.  So I downloaded the app for my iPhone and let her study with it a few times, take a few practice tests, and hopefully by next week she’ll have passed the written exam and we can go driving on the roads. But until then, my advice for all you dad’s out there that have to start teaching your step daughter to drive… Get your blood pressure medication ready and remember this is a good time to bond so be yourself, give the best advice you can, and teach very, very slowly. In the end it’s all worth it, these are lessons that they will carry with them for the rest of their lives, not to mention helping them to deal with the ultimate road rage we all deal with on a daily bases.

First things First

Before I start giving any advice or anything I should probably tell you all a little about me and why anyone should take anything I have to say seriously.  First off, don’t take anything I say too seriously.  I know what I know from my own experience, and just because it worked for me doesn’t mean it will work for you.  There’s no guarantees in life, and doubly so online.  Now that that’s out of the way… 

I was born into a normal home life (at least as normal as a child can understand) I love my mom, loved my dad, and dealt with that sister of mine (yeah, I love her too).  All was normal for most of my childhood, up until I was 16.  My father passed away.  We all mourned as it goes and life moved on.  Mom began to date other men a couple of years later.  Eventually she met my step father “pop”.  I look back now and realize just how hard it must have been and how easy he made it all look.  Here he was in that vacant spot a good father used to fill and he had to perform up to par without any of the benefits a dad gets from his kids.  But he did it, spectacularly.  Simply put, he just did what he did.  He didn’t try to be a dad or even a friend, he was just always there and ready to help when we needed it.

It’s amazing just how much it helped to know that there was someone there just in case you needed it and wasn’t trying to replace my father. Granted, I think I was a pretty well adjusted kid so I didn’t have too much baggage to deal with. My acts of rebellion weren’t all that rebellious when I look back at them now, even if my mother would like to tell me otherwise. J

As chance would have it I find myself now the step father to three children, a nineteen year old, a seventeen year old, and an eight year old. The eight year old is beautiful little terror. She’ll melt your heart with a smile and kick you in the nuts at the same time. Her father is still very much involved in her life. It can be trying sometimes and I’m sure I’ll get into that later, but for now let’s keep it to the facts. The other two don’t have that type of connection with their father. The nineteen year old stays at school, so I don’t get to spend much time with her, but the other two live with us. And although I describe the little one as a terror she really is a wonderful child, and my seventeen year old is already “daddies-little-girl” even if she doesn’t know what that means yet. I get into more trouble for defending her than anything else. But it’s worth that and so much more just to see them smile.

Finally you may be reading all this and wondering where there mother fits into all this. Well, she fits in right here. I love her, and she brings me joy and happiness every day. That’s right fellas, she cooks me eggs every morning… I joke, she does cook me eggs every morning, but she does a lot more for me than I could explain here. We’ll get more into my wife as we go along. But I could probably write an entire blog just on her.

So there you have it, I have a step father and now I am a step father. I hope to pass on some helpful information to all you step-dads out there that just need to know there’s help out there for you. And although every legal website or person will tell you that you have no rights what so ever when it comes to the kids, you still have the responsibility to be a good father figure, friend, and always ready and willing to help them grow up to become good people.