I sit here writing this wondering, what does the future hold. No, not about my family, or if the Kansas City Royals will win the World Series or not. I wonder what the future holds for The Rookie Dad.
In the 4 years that I have been writing The Rookie Dad, it has transitioned from the The Father In Me to what it is today, The Rookie Dad. Readers have seen me featured on Freshly Pressed as I wrote about the day my son was born. They have seen me go through being laid off, being a stay at home dad, to going back to work.
I went through a dry spell of writing for The Rookie Dad, to only have the inspiration come back after being featured on the Today Show. That inspiration has brought new ideas and renewed sense of motivation to keep The Rookie Dad up and running.
Being a parent we live busy lives. Many of us are trying to juggle our own schedules and also the schedule of our children, which seem to be about as busy as ours. Finding an extra minute is nearly impossible. When the doctor told me that I needed to lose 15 pounds and lower my cholesterol, I nearly laughed. Did this guy really think that I would find time to go to the gym?
I began to look into my schedule, wondering, where I could find it. I did not want to come home from work, turn around, and go for a run. That would cut into the time that I would get to play with the Rookie. After the Rookie would be in bed is also my opportunity to catch up on the DVR, my time to decompress.
There was one block of time that I had available. It wouldn’t be easy and it would require some sacrifices.
Four years ago the doctors were wondering how I was even able to walk into their office. They had never seen someone with numbers as high as mine. They wondered how I was even able to function. I asked myself the same question. I was also asking myself, how I wasn’t being a healthy dad.
A diet of gas station and fast food just wasn’t cutting it. It was all I had access too. Not because my family wasn’t eating healthy at home, but because it was the lifestyle that I was living at the time. It was my career.
I was a news photojournalist. I was running from story to story grabbing a bite to eat when I could. Taquitos and flaming hot Cheetos from gas station and I had a very intimate relationship. One that I am sure Mrs. Rookie Dad was jealous about at the time but didn’t tell me.
It was at that moment four years ago that things began to change. I started realizing the effect that the constant diet of chips and soft drinks were having on my life. It showed too. I was the heaviest I had ever been. I could feel my belly spilling over my seat belt every time I got in the news van to drive off to the next news story. There was no way that I would win a back alley news fight with the Channel 9 news team. There would be no throwing tridents or setting people on fire. I would be out of breath within 2 minutes and you would see me curled up gasping for breath being set on fire and stabbed with a trident.
That wasn’t who I wanted to be. That wasn’t the same person who played 3 sports cross-country, basketball, and baseball in high school. I didn’t want to be that person. I was making my career and excuse for healthy habits. I tried to work out on my crazy news schedule but it just, for the lack of a better term, wasn’t working out.
I am sitting here on the couch. Relaxing after a hard day’s work. It has been a long week. I have changed bosses and moved offices and the adjustment has been difficult on me. I am sinking into my chair.
I am relaxing. As I sit in my easy chair waiting for the Kansas City Royals game to come on. I’m seeing a timeline and in and out points from editing video all day. I’m looking forward to watching this game even though I am not your typical Royals fan. I root for them only because I am from Kansas City.
I turn the TV. The game comes on. You can see the excitement that the fans from Kansas City had at the game, I am taking in the excitement. It is something residents of Kansas City haven’t seen in 29 years!
Out of the corner of my eye I see Mrs. Rookie Dad working on her homework and I see the Rookie pull out his Batman doll. I smile and sense a peaceful evening as I watch the game.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Kid raises his voice, and starts to make flying sounds. His voice gets even louder as he talks in his batman voice.
No Kids were harmed in the writing of this post.
Let’s forget that what I did was illegal. I could have been pulled over and given a ticket, however, I have figured out how to get out of a ticket. But, it was too damn cute to not get video of.
The Kid was in the backseat dancing. Dancing to the new radio station that the company I work for acquired. Something that all my colleagues would love to see. I had to turn around and get video as I drove.
The next day, I walk into work head upstairs and say hello to everyone hanging around the coffee maker. They ask me how my evening was and I whip out my phone and show them the video.
After the initial laughter of just how cute the Kid is, someone mentions that this is a video we will want to save and bring up at his graduation or to one of his prom dates to show off how he will be dancing later that night.