For the past 11 or so years I've been coming to terms with the fact that my pappy is a man whore! That's right you heard me. The man is a whore! Now don't misunderstand what I'm saying. My dad is a wonderful father, he raised my siblings and I when our mothers walked out, and he did the best he could to provide us with a decent life, but the man loves the ladies.
Today, I was smacked in the face with this reality when my dad called me at 8:00 in the a.m. asking me to watch a "baby" below is the transcript (if you would) of this conversation...
Setting:
In my Kitchen
Characters:
Trish - a 28 year old mother of 2, married, work at home mom
Kyle - Trish's Husband, Son in law to Lawrence
Lawrence - a 50 something y/o man of alot of babies, single, work various locations
Phone Rings
Kyle "Hello"
(Pause) "Oh yeah, hey Dad hold on."
Trish: "Hello, Hey Daddy"
Lawrence: "Hey Patricia, do you think you can watch a baby for me today?"
Trish: "A Baby?"(emphasis on the word A)
Lawrence: "Yeah, actually it's your new little brother, his mom has a doctor's, I mean dentist appointment and doesn't have anyone to watch him. I'll pay you if you need me to"
Trish: (Shocked) "Um, Okay, Congratulations..." (pause) "Yeah, I'll watch him. Are you gonna bring it, I mean him around?"
Lawrence: "No, I'll give his mom your telephone number and she'll call you for directions. Thanks. Bye."
Trish: "You're Welcome, Okay Bye."
Weird Huh? Not exactly. For years there have been rumors that my dad had fathered additional children other than me and my five siblings. My sister and I always joked that we were the original 6 and that's all that mattered, and no matter what we wouldn't acknowledge any others, for one specific reason: Malisa and I share a Mother, and father. We're blood sisters. Of my four brothers, only two of them are actually related to me by blood. My oldest brother and the youngest one have different fathers and Mothers, but the two in the middle share a father with me & Malisa..... you got it??? By Blood I only have 2 half brothers, but I love them all So, you see, I didn't really see the need for any other brothers or sisters I just completely ignored anything anyone said about my dad having other kids...
Yes! I've met kids who were supposed to be my little brothers and sisters, but never gave it any thought. But today was totally different. I wasn't as mad as you'd think I would be. When my dad said "actually it's your new little brother" he sounded like the little girl in Juno who had to tell her parents that she was pregnant. Our roles had completely switched....(shaking my head)and I felt like a single mom who's teenage daughter just came to her and said "Mom, I'm pregnant". I almost immediately loved this kid as much as I love my other siblings.
Of course , had alot of jokes saying that Zoe had a baby Uncle that she could call "uncle little", or that he probably looked like "little man"(the baby from the Marlon Wayans Movie). Apparently Malsia (my sister) told me about this kid a few months ago, but I don't remember.... All I know about this kid is that he's 5 months old, always has hard boogies in his nose (thanks Malisa for that visual), is light skinned, looks just like my dad and is a "good baby"... Other than that I don't know the kid from a can of paint.
This revelation got me to thinking...
Lately I've been running into a lot of people who say they no me, and look really familiar. Like, at least 5 people within the past 3 days have called me by name looked me in the eyes and asked "so you don't know who I am?"... Are these people related to me? are they my brothers/sisters? How many of them are there out there? Am I even the oldest?
Part of me wants to know, but for two reasons I would never ask. Firstly I think that it would be a little disrespectful to say "yo pops, have you ever been on that Maury show?" and Secondly I think I would be devastated to find out that there are like 11 of us. I would drop dead right on the spot.... Maybe I'll ask when one of us is on our death beds, Lord knows I have alot of questions to ask that man...
Anyways, the kid or his mother never showed up, but she did call me. She apologized for not showing up, and told me that she appreciated my kindness. She also asked me if I would help her out in the future if she needed someone to watch him... I said yes, and I meant it.... Man, have I matured alot....
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