Seven reasons I'd never want my kid to be president

Seven reasons I'd never want my kid to be president

Sure, the above photo is cute. But like many politicians, this toddler's shirt is lies. All lies!

Here are seven reasons I'd never want my kid to be president: 

1) He'd experience death threats/assassination attempts. It would be pretty difficult to spend time with my son if he were dead.

2) He would be hated by many an American. Who doesn't want their child to be loved? I'd prefer not to see my family name mocked or X'ed out on the bumper of someone's car.

3) He would have to shake hands with Republicans. Oh, the agony! (Full disclosure: I was raised in a purple household, and currently reside in one. Just kidding, Hubs and Dad.)

4) He'd have to compromise his values/morals/integrity. See #3 above. Plus, I watch "House of Cards," so I'm pretty much a D.C. insider political expert. I see you, Francis Underwood, and I do NOT approve.

5) He would have paid advisers, so of what use would I be? What? You think that baking home made friendship cookies for Palestine and Israel wouldn't go a long way? advice would be obsolete for good reasons. 

6) His hair would turn grey way too early, which would probably turn my hair grey even earlier.

7) He'd never see his mama! Recently, Louis M. Profeta wrote about why "Your kid and my kid are not playing in the pros." Here's my favorite quote from that post:

"I'll raise self-reliant kids, who will hang out with me when I'm older, remember my birthday, care for their mother, take me to lunch and the me at least four times a week and let me in on all the good things in their life, and turn to me for some comfort and advice for all the bad things."

The odds of the above happening are not likely if your kid is president, be it president of the U.S., CEO of a major company, partner at a huge law firm, etc.

My point is this: success is measured in different ways. For me, earning a fat paycheck and accolades is not worth an 80+ hour work week, the break up of a marriage, or missing out on coaching Little League.

I leave you with William Martin's quote below: This. This is what I want. To raise a son who builds forts with his kids after a long work day. To raise a daughter who's perhaps "just a mom" for hers. What do you want for your children?

"Do not ask your children to strive for extraordinary lives. Such striving may seem admirable, but it is the way of foolishness. Help them instead to find the wonder and the marvel of an ordinary life. Show them the joy of tasting tomatoes, apples, and pears. Show them how to cry when people and pets die. Show them the infinite pleasure in the touch of a hand. And make the ordinary come alive for them. The extraordinary will take care of itself."

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