The Joy of Unwanted Parenting Advice

When you are single people tend to leave you be, like you’re a sad hermit, once you get married you receive marriage advice, then if you have a kid, you receive a flood of unwanted parenting advice. Keep in mind, I never really asked anyone for advice, neither did my partner, but you will get it from family, friends and even complete strangers while you’re at the post office.

So why do people become a helpline that you didn’t call once you have a child? I have found it much worse among older people, especially strangers – as their memories float back to perhaps a brighter and happier time with their own children who no longer talk to them – a time full of parenting tidbits that are likely to be pointless at best, or potentially deadly to your child due to its out of date nature. Well, I guess this is growing up – eventually reaching an age where you grab random strangers in the street, desperately trying to pass on your pearls of wisdom.

So what the hell would I say to a young person 30-40 years from now, or even my own child?

  1. Cargo pants should always be in fashion.
  2. Pop punk should only be your gateway punk.
  3. Oh wait, this is supposed to be about parenting not the start of a rant about how all the music I like is now “classic music” and “retro”.

Try not to die

I cannot emphasise this enough when starting your journey as a parent. If you wake up each day (or night depending on how awful your child’s sleep patterns are – FYI mine sleeps through all night, sucker!) and haven’t passed away in your sleep, then you’re there to take care of your little one for at least another day.

You don’t know what you’re doing – nobody does

The thing about parenting is that nobody really knows what they are doing, if they did there wouldn’t be so many terrible adults in the world would there? I would say “be yourself” but I don’t know you, what if you’re an awful person? In that case I would have to say pretend to be someone else. During the pregnancy, we literally had so much conflicting advice from midwives, people we know, the internet and from the weird landlord that hated women and immigrants that it was best to just let nature take its course. Believe me, if something is wrong your beautiful little bundle of screams will let you know.

Use money to buy time to yourself

A great thing we found is called a “babysitter”. The first time they came and looked after the precious, it felt like I had been released from some sort of bizarre torture chamber where you had to care for another person, but they couldn’t verbalise their needs, only scream them. As a writer, it’s obviously a little harder when someone is screaming while you are writing. Silence is a parent’s best friend. But don’t be fooled into thinking family is the answer, they will want to talk to you or something when they come to take care of your child, pay a professional, they don’t mind if you don’t talk to them. Family members will think you’re rude, and if they are parents they will probably want to care for your child with outdated voodoo that I mentioned earlier.

Believe nobody, not even Daderoo!

We went to a class, it was a single class, to prepare for precious… one class. I remember during University I did an entire semester on just the golden era of screen musicals, you know Seven Brides for Seven Brothers – and I wasn’t even gay, just filling in units for my degree. So basically, I am more prepared to write and produce a studio musical than I am for rearing a child. Even then, the things they taught us extended to practicing putting on a nappy, wrapping precious in a cloth and seeing how baby should face before they shoot out.

None of these things are particularly useful. It would have been better to see how to properly secure your baby to the side of its cot, or how to capture all your baby’s vomit before it coats your carpet (I actually mastered this on my own by making my arms a sealed upper pooling area, by crossing them and holding them close to my chest, using the baby as a barrier, just like a traditional water reservoir.) Whatever weird, helpful, untrue or dangerous advice you’ve been given, remember you’re the parent, everyone else is just waiting for you to screw up – so they can offer their pearls of wisdom.

Not yet a Dad

Yes, I am going to be one of those parents that see it fit to tell the world about their experiences as a parent. As current parents roll their eyes, or think “how naive” I would like to say why, exactly, I started Daderoo – so we’re all clear from the get-go.

I have always loved writing, ever since I was a little one myself, and I can remember making my own newspaper for my Dad, and asking him what was going on around the local area. A little journalist in the making. While I studied media at University I was drawn more to publishing and to the potential of the Internet (at that point it was basically email and a few websites, nothing serious).

And so I end up now, after writing commercially for many years (mostly for companies and a little for myself) being given a chance to write on something that is a pivotal moment in my life, and something that others may relate to or even find helpful.

My little baby isn’t even born yet and they have given their Dad a chance to get back to what he really loves! How wonderful is that! I hope that the coming parenthood will give me loving cliches by the bucketload, and my child will keep motivating her Dad to follow his dreams.

You’re probably thinking it’s easy for me to sit here and say “well, wait till you have a screaming baby in the house”, but in reality, I am looking forward to it. My wife and I have been blessed with the chance to plan our pregnancy, have our businesses and be at a point in life where we both think “YES! It’s time”.

I think we are also both people that get bored without a challenge, and I don’t think there are many greater challenges in this world than bringing up a child. I’ve had enough trouble last night having a trial run unpacking and packing the travel cot.

Although my wife assures me I did it in good time.

I know this is my first post on Daderoo, but I will be posting regularly (and irregularly) covering a bunch of stuff from cooking through to children’s stories – which I am currently working on in the background.

A big thank you to family and friends that have wished us well and helped us with so many things we needed for the little one. Everything about this pregnancy is making me happy in some way – even the very first kick I felt was straight into the side of my head as I was listening to my wife’s belly!

If that is how great it is before full Dadhood, then fantastic, count me in!