Gee – it’s been a while…
A year and a half on, and life trundles by…
I’m going to try to get back in here… I kind of enjoy reading my own rubbish in a truly narcissistic way and so many things just buzz around upstairs that it’s probably healthy to get them out and gain perspective.
stuff like:
- home/work/family/personal goals balance – that old chestnut
- The always intruding guilty sense of failure in some area of life. (and I’m not even Catholic or Jewish – go figure)
- The awesomeness of fatherhood
- Projects, dreams and inspiration
- The phrase “We’re doing the best we can”
- Re-preparing for new arrivals
I’ll start with a small anecdote about Jack.
Last week I was sick. SICK SICK SICK. I had stayed home and tried to work from home when I finally called it quits and hit the hay at around 3pm. It was the kind of sick when you know you really are because you give in to sleep at that hour without so much as a hiccup.
Jen came to see how I was doing at around 5:30 and I stirred and told her that I’d be down shortly, only to fall asleep again…
At around 8:00pm I woke up to the pitter patter of tiny feet around the bed, and a giggling child stroking my face telling me that everything was going to be OK.
I told him I was feeling lousy and so he climbed up onto the bed (as only kids do with flailing arms and legs and bums in the air and he lay on top of me for a moment just giving me a hug.
Then he ordered his mother to go fetch a book so that he could read to me, and I was treated to a Thomas the Tank Engine story: ” A Crack in the Track” – a tale which deals with the challenges of things which temporarily break down, but with the right amount of teamwork and patience will get back on track. As if he knew that this analogy would somehow be fitting.
As soon as he was done, he put the book down and gave me kiss and told me to get better and “boing-boinged” off to bed. (it’s a routine thing)
My 2.5 year old son.
So I hold that thought for the days when I’m far from home or I’m walking home through the pouring rain or he’s overtired and targeting my solar plexus…
Part one of many of “The awesomeness of fatherhood” series.
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