"It’s too tall, that’s why it keeps falling over, son"
"But, but, but, but, but, I want it that way"
We go back and forth like this for a good couple of minutes before I realize, that we are not talking about the structural integrity of building, but a pile of plastic toy blocks. So I relent before we go down the predictable path of escalation- tantrum, thrown object, time out. The existential crisis of having a real argument over imaginary things was averted.
Now to face the existential crisis of losing an argument to a three year old.
The meter, flow and timbre of the written word on the page, wedged between tables and charts.
My assumptions are sound, my analysis accurate, my conclusions clear.
The standard business memo, laid out in prose, a business case crafted not to inspire or incite, just to simply get my project funded.
Happy Father’s Day, with a special nod to the dads of young kids, that fraternity of men who smell like aftershave and sour milk, who have snot on their shirt sleeves, and a little bit of spit up on their tie. Those who go to work every day because they could use the break.
I hope you had a good day where you had several beverages of your choice, the remote control and 37 family free minutes before you were back on your grind, your grove.
Go dad go!
You look great…
I’ve forgotten how pretty you are.
My reflection in green, grey, brown hazel eyes.
The smell of lavender in curly, flowing dreadlocked hair.
Vixen of my youth, maiden of a softer, simpler time.
Then you opened your mouth…
I’ve forgotten what a f*#cking wack job you are.
Well, it was nice seeing you.
I have to rush home now,
Kiss my wife, hug my kids and
Gone are my backpacking days; me sitting in the dirt in front of a pup tent, eating out of a mess kit with a pocket knife. I am Dad, and I camp with kids.
Now camping is a SUV filled to the roof with food, formula, power cords, changes of clothes, toys, and a tent the size of my first apartment.
I never was a outdoorsman. The is simple adventure for me was the challenge of a city boy spending a few days outdoors without the benefits of electricity, refrigeration or hot running water.
As Dad, the adventure now is spending a few days outdoors feeding, dressing, cleaning (no scratch that), redressing, and entertaining two very young children, without the benefit of electricity, refrigeration, or hot running water.
Thank God for Mom.
Looking back on my professional accomplishments of 2013 I think, meh. I had some significant milestones at work, but the most noteworthy event of 2013 wasn’t my accomplishment at all.
I can’t claim the birth of my daughter as an “achievement”. I didn’t deliver or give birth to the child. I simply watched the doctor and held my wife’s hand.
My daughter’s first breath took my breath away. Her smile now melts my soul and draws my focus. Which is why in quiet moments of introspection, instead of extolling professional accomplishments, I revel, rhapsodize and feel grateful for bearing witness to and being a father to that baby girl.
And her big brother too.
That’s what they said at the hospital when we took our first born home.