When I got my bachelor's degree from San Diego State, one of my felloow classamates made a speech at the graduation ceremony that basically described how nervous she was to make the speech, what she thought when she was asked to speak, and how she was feeling as she was speaking. I think she even talked about how she decided what to wear under her gown, but I don't recall anything of substance in her speech. I'm not going to go down that road tonight, but I will say (and Chelsey can attest) it took me a while to be able to figure out how to create my next post. It was a challenge just getting to this point.
What I will write about is a transformation that's subtly taking place in me since Lucy's birth last March. She's 7 months old last Thursday by the way. I started thinking about these changes during a converstaion with Geoff and Linda, our neighbors, about how Sunday is my favorite day of the week. I like it because Chelsey, Lucy, and I stay home and do things around the house together. I like the time together, and I like getting things done before the week starts. In the past, I would have been glued to my computer watching fantasy football, or wanting to go do something else. Now I'm perfectly content at home. In fact, if I was doing something else, I'd feel like I was missing out on time with the family. This isn't a big deal. What is a big deal though is that I'm willing to be a dork in public now. Aside from wearing Chelsey's pink and green diaper bag around, I've also allowed myself to dress terribly in public. This summer, Chelsey got me a Snoopy shirt that says One Cool Daddy-O. She told me Lucy wanted me to wear it. The next thing I knew, we were shopping in trendy stores in San Francisco, and I was wearing the Snoopy shirt. Part of me realized what a dork I was, but I didn't care. That's the kind of change that's taking over me. I just hope it doesn't lead to a minivan.
2 comments:
I LOVE your post today. I still have that nervous thought process, "Is this good enough to write about on my blog?" "Do other people really care what I'm thinking or what we're doing?"
The thing is, my writing is not so much for others, as it is for myself. And I hope it means something to Josie someday if she decides to read it.
You are an amazing dad and the whole Becoming a Parent is so difficult to understand until you're actually a parent. NOTHING in life seems as crucial or special or humbling as caring for and raising a chid. We are so lucky to have the opportunity, don't you think?
That would be a "child", not a "chid". Wonder what a "chid" might be?
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