Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Navigating the snoring bodies on my office floor made it a little tricky getting to my desk this morning. But, I made it. Twice. Without kicking any of the early birthday celebrants in the head, or spilling coffee on their cherubic little upturned faces.
I was in my early forties when me and Mrs TWC decided to add some ankle biters to our small herd of curtain climbers. BTW, the internet is filled with advice on how to keep kitties from climbing the curtains, most of which is of no help. In a word: blinds or shutters. OK, that's two words and I digress.
When Jake was born, I peered down the road to this day and wondered how it would feel. I imagined his high school graduation. I pictured his friend's parents thinking it was cool that grandpa came to the ceremony but wondering where his dad was. Course they'd be too polite to mention it. I often thought about teaching the manly arts to a boy young enough to be a grandchild. Would he see me as an old man? Or just the Old Man?
Truth is that this day, like the rest of life, doesn't feel anything but normal. It just is. The parents don't know or care how old dad is. I'm just dad. And the Old Man. The Boy learned to shoot baskets, rifles, and revolvers. He can plant flowers and make mulch. He drives well and can change the oil. He can handle the boat at the gas dock and get it on the trailer. He also learned how to wash a car, but you'd not necessarily know he had acquired that particular skill. Jacob also learned some things that dad didn't teach him. Fishing, fine woodworking, welding, rock skipping, and mad skills in the virtual world of gaming.
Jacob's senior project was this poker table
The surprise turns out to be how damn fast this day came. BK (Before Kids) life is rather fluid and the markers are spread out. But children really are relentless little ticking time clocks. Their constant evolution and change reminds you of every turn of your own odometer. The nature of raising children is incessant change. One minute you can't imagine changing another diaper and then, well, they're starting Kindergarten. My friend Anne summed it up well: the days are long but the years are short.
I'm proud of my son.