I am observant. I like watching things around me. I enjoy watching how kids play. I watch how other parents parent. What I really enjoy is watching how the Kid reacts in certain situations.
In these observations, there is one thing that stands out; the Kid is ME in social situations.
I remember vividly one family reunion as a Kid, I could not have been more than 8-years-old. I was enthralled with the family pictures that they were taking. That might come as a shock, someone interested in the family pictures? But it wasn’t that I was so much curious about the pictures, more or less watching what people were doing. I was in the background popping my head up between family members as the pictures were being snapped. You could call me an early adopter of photo-bombing. I didn’t want attention, because everyone knew I was there. Just curious, like any 8-year-old. There was someone recording video of this, probably on beta-tape. Now, people look back at that time see my curious head popping up and laugh. I never thought though that I would pass down my curiosity to my son though.
There is no better way to clean up your language than having a 3-year-old in the house. My language was not that bad before, however, there were times I would use some more colorful language. In fact I did not use the cleanest of language to describe going to the bathroom. It turns out that after potty training the Kid he started using some of the words that I was using. It might not sound bad, however, when the Kid started to use those words outside of the bathroom was when trouble started to ensue. We started calling those words that were to be only used in the bathroom, rightfully, bathroom words.
I consider myself a photographer. I was lucky enough to have a wife who splurged on a new Canon Rebel XSi when we were newly weds. Which I was very thankful for when we had the Kid almost 3 years ago.
I recently started going through pictures on my computer and quickly discovered that the last time I pulled out my camera, while I was at home and not on vacation, to take pictures of the Kid was in March of this year. I started wondering where all the pictures that I am taking are at?
I am sure that as I was asking myself this question, I received a notification on my phone so I started to mess with my phone. I look up from my phone, which was in the foreground of the computer that I was just working on and say my son playing with his trains. I began thinking, that this would be something to share with all my friends on Facebook and Twitter. I get down and snap a picture with my phone and instantly upload to Instagram to share with the world.
Why ask why? I am sure you are wondering why I am asking this question right? Just the question “Why?” has been very popular in our house lately.
Just the other day I was fixing one of the toilets and the Kid was, I hesitate to say getting in my way and asking me what I was doing. I told him I was fixing the toilet and the first thing out of his mouth was
“Because it is broken.”
A puzzled look came across his face. I could see that he was looking at the toilet and saw nothing wrong with it.
There comes a moment in a man’s life when he says or does something hits him over the head, and I’m not talking about the wife’s hand hitting the back of our head when we say something stupid. I’m talking about a moment that might flutter by at that particular time but a day later, he realizes just what happened at that moment. For me, that moment was yesterday during a job interview.
I have not said it yet here on my site, but I have brought it up over on Dads Round Table, I have been laid-off. It is tough when you are supporting a son and a wife going through law school. It feels like everything has been stripped from me. Having three months left until my last day, which ironically falls on my birthday, every day I walk into to work my pride sinks and my feeling of being needed is crushed just a little bit more.