What About the Kids?

Saturday I met up with some family members at the Detroit Zoo. Over the years I’ve made several trips to the Zoo starting in elementary school. Whether it was with my parents as chaperones, tagging along as they chaperoned my siblings’ trips, or just going with my classmates I’ve been to the Detroit Zoo at least a dozen times.

Back in the day even if your class didn’t go on any other trip for the rest of the year, you could count on going to the zoo. For Detroit Public Schools I assume it was a top choice because it was nearby and economical. Though my parents made good money the majority of the kids I went to school with were from lower income households.

As I was walking through the zoo with my family all I could think about is how much it’s changed. For one thing it’s expensive. Kid’s tickets are ten bucks and adult tickets are fourteen and parking is six bucks. The train which was a free attraction as long as you paid admission back in the day, now requires a fee. Even the price to rent a stroller is outrageous.

I know prices change, but I think that something educational for kids should be more affordable. Walking through looking at the expensive treats and souvenirs I couldn’t imagine a struggling single mom, like my mom was, being able to afford to bring her kids. It’s not Disney World.

When I think of The Detroit Zoo, I think of an inexpensive place to take kids where they can learn about the world around them. Why should people have to pay a premium price for their kids to learn?


I Don’t Know What You Want Me to Say

To keep her identity a secret, let’s call her a coworker. A ‘coworker’ comes to me after work and wants to rant and rave about her daughter’s father; baby daddy drama if you will. Keep in mind that I’ve just gotten off of work and I just want to relax and unwind.

He disrespects her she complains, he doesn’t do this and he doesn’t do that. When she calls to check on their daughter when she visits, he hangs up in her face. On and on she goes and I listen, though the facial expression she’s giving me says that she’s expecting me to be as outraged as she.

As she’s spilling her tale of woe, I can’t help but think that she carries a big bag of drama herself. Her temper and her mouth can be volatile.

At one time she and this guy stopped arguing long enough to procreate, so he can’t be all bad like she’s saying. I also know the disrespect didn’t just start when they broke up. If he were mistreating her, it started during the course of their relationship and she allowed it. It’s not okay now because they’re not together anymore.

The guy is also seeing another woman, which isn’t cool with my coworker either. She doesn’t want her daughter anywhere around this woman or her children. I’m not sure if she knows or not, but life goes on.

She knew who he was when she had a child with him what kind of person he was. She knew when she accepted his child support payments that he would want to see his daughter in return.

My coworker wants me to pick up my pitchfork and torch and join her on her baby daddy tirade. But I don’t. She’s responsible for this mess as much as he is.

I really don’t know what she expects me to say. It’s not my mess and I have absolutely no opinion. They’re two grown adults. They got themselves into this mess and they have to figure out how to get along. Hopefully they learn for the sake of their daughter.