A typical Friday evening as a 20-something single dude:
Meet friends for greasy bar food. Drink copious amounts of alcohol. Sing karaoke (quite badly). Dance even worse. Lose memory. Make questionable and regretful decisions. Repeat as necessary.
A typical Friday evening as a 40-something father of four:
Transform the living room, starting with a mattress base, then surrounded by our favorite stuffed animals, and top off with no less than 17 pillows and six blankets per person. Make a bucket of coconut oil and sea salt popcorn. Ensure steady supply of gummy cola bottles, Dots, and/or various forms of chocolate. Drape self with Snuggie. Gather remotes, power on the TV, close the curtains, turn out the lights, and make memories with kids.
Before we jump in, first a bit of context. I’m presuming some parents might stop reading at this point, wondering why in the deep-fried holy hell they would even want to introduce their kids to the horror genre.
For this movie-loving father figure, horror is precisely where my love of film originated.
The horror genre provides a benefit few other film types can offer a view: catharsis. What is this mystical and semi-obscure idea?
Disclaimer: I was 5 (and a half) in 1980 and 14 (and a half) when we rang in the new year in 1990. That stated, get comfortable, because there’s a lot of ground to cover when it comes to 80s flicks.
I watched a fully rounded metric buttload (2.205 times larger than a SAE buttload) of movies as a kid, and as stated above, the 80s encompassed more than half of my childhood. Therefore, it’s understandable that I have a lot to say about my beloved childhood films, and even more obvious is the fact that I love to share those experiences with my kids.
Simply put, I watch a LOT of 80s movies with my children, often several nights each week. When we first started, I wasn’t sure how they would take them. After all, if my father had ever sat down to watch a movie with me during the 80s and busted out some black and white movie from the early 1950s, then, well, no offense to classic movie lovers, but that’s a hard pass. With that in mind, when I offered to watch my faves with my two youngest children, I feared they would view them with similar disdain.
Boy, was I wrong and glad to be so. Movie nights featuring films from the 80s are my kids’ favorites, so I’m offering an essential lineup of films to watch with kids, and in doing so, I am including three items for each film: 1) Quick quote (first one that came to my mind), 2) My take on the significance of the film, and 3) My kids’ reactions to the movies where applicable. I’ve also included links to IMDB.com for each movie in case you want to learn more about them. I briefly entertained the idea of putting age recommendations on when to watch them for the first time, but then I realized how the comments section would ignite once other parents realized how terrible an influence I apparently have on my own children.
I wake up, groggy-eyed and out of it, most likely sometime near 9 or 10 AM because that’s how it is when you work from home and have an ADHD kid who won’t go to sleep until after midnight. I pick up my phone, randomly choose the first thing to warm up my synapses for the real work I’ll have to do later, and odds are, it’s Facebook.
And there it is.
“Your friend, Michael Skaife, and others have birthdays today. Send them g…”
Of course, the rest of the notification is truncated, but who TF cares.
What is it like working with Gordon Ramsay? I always heard he is extra-coarse in front of the camera, but off-camera, one of the most compassionate and caring fathers we could hope to see. Do you get that from working around him?
Today, my son came up to me, computer in hand, and asked if he could write a blog. Pleasantly surprised, I turned from what I was doing and asked if he wanted to post it on my website. His eyes lit up and replied, “YEAH!” I then asked what he wanted to blog about, and he said, “I want to write about why I love my family.”
Therefore, I am proud to present my son, Parker, as he submits his very first “guest blog” for Mindful Dad…
DADDY I LOVE YOU AND MOM
by Parker
My Mom and Dad gave me a pterodactyl holding a heart in its mouth for Valentines’ Day. Today is the Super Bowl. I am so excited! Almost all of my family is coming over to my house. We will get to draw on the wall!!! Jarynn drew a weird thing. I love my family. Do you have a family that is fun and loves you? I love my family. My family is awesome! My dad is my hero he helps me when I need help and his name is Josh Misner. My Mom helps me when I am hurt and when I am sad. Also she is super sweet. My family is sweet.
Josh Misner, PhD 