There's a ton of things that excite me about being a pappy, & there's probably just as many things that quite frankly scare me to death. Depending on my mood, sometimes the things that excite me pop into my brain easier, other times it's the other way around.
I'll always remember the first days of kindegarden & the new shoes I had. I can picture them now, they were brown faux leather with stitching around the edges, pretty stylish considering the velcro. I remember avoiding the sandbox during the first days of recess, so as not to get my new kicks dirty, until Ms. Kolver & my mother told me it was okay to go in the sand. My wife will be the first to tell you that little things like this persist in my adult life. I wonder where these things come from, my father was never afraid to get his shoes dirty. I often wonder whether or not my child will have these little pieces of neuroses. Are these things biological? Learned? A little of both? I know we are our parents' children, & we are also influenced by those around us. I'm sure we pick up many traits all on our own without any influence. I can't help but wonder whether I should go with instinct & keep my child's hands washed at all times or if I should teach them not be be afraid of germs & have them lick a gasoline pump right off the bat. If anybody has any suggestions, I'm not being rhetorical here, I'd love to hear it.
On to something positive, I'm looking forward to playing with my kids. Really playing. Making up a stupid game & playing it for hours the way my sister & I could see how many times we could throw a ball across the room with only one hand without dropping it. Or the time we'd lay upside down with our head hanging off the couch & calling it "truck". I'm sure this will drive my wife crazy, & I have to admit it, I'm looking forward to that too. I'm looking forward to scheming with the kid & Winston to figure out how we can wake her up in the morning, too.
I'm looking forward to taking the kid for a walk & explaining to them everything we see, even when their only a few months old. I don't think I'll be too good at baby talk, maybe that will change. I'm looking forward to playing the kid classical music & jazz when they can't sleep at night & I'm looking forward to them rolling their eyes at me when I play the same music when they're 15. I'm looking forward to reading them stories, 'cause I know I'll be just as intrigued by the stories as they will be. I've already bought Frog & Toad All Year.
I'm worried about not being able to show the kid how to work with their hands. Let's face it, I'm not the handiest dude in the world. Maybe I'll have to take them to grampy's for that. Speaking of grampy, & I'm not trying to be mushy or sentimental here, I'm worried I won't be half the father he was to me. My old man was my hero when I was a kid, & has been ever since. He had a way of showing me what it means to be a man in every sense of the word without ever opening his mouth. When he would stop & shoot hoops with me, even for just a few minutes when he was walking home from work it made me feel like I was on top of the world. He & my mother had a way of making us feel loved & cared for without spoiling us. I worry about striking that balance between giving my kids everything they need without spoiling them. I guess, maybe if I can figure that out the rest just might fall into place.
Five Favorite Songs of the Day
Naked As We Came-Iron & Wine, Our Endless Numbered Days
God's Small Song-Bonnie "Prince" Billy, The Letting Go
Here At the Right Time-Josh Ritter, Monster Ballads
Hang Me, Oh Hang Me-Deep Dark Woods
Up a Tree (went this heart I have)-Cotton Jones, Paranoid Cocoon
Happy Memorial Day, friends...
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