My kids encompass my entire life. They move me every day to do great things. They can bring me to tears and laughter with only a look. I don’t know what I would be without my kids? I wouldn’t trade being a father for anything in this world. I would however trade my kids for a few hours so they can have a sleep over with their grandparents and their mom and I can have some time alone.
And so that is what my wife and I did. Three weeks ago, my mother-in-law offered to have the girls overnight, an offer we gladly (and possibly too enthusiastically) took. This past weekend, the kids had their sleepover with their grandparents and my wife and I had the night just to us. To do whatever it was we wanted.
There was just one issue, even with three week to plan out our Saturday night, as late as the very Saturday night our kids were gone, my wife and I were still trying to figure out what it was we wanted to do. Being no strangers to conversations of all kinds, my wife and I struck up our latest when I got home from work that Saturday night to try an figure it out. Continue reading
“Dad, should I be scared?”
This is the question my youngest daughter asked me minutes before she was supposed to take the court for a basketball game. Her team was going to be playing during halftime of the high school varsity game, as a part of the last home game of the season. In front of a full gymnasium of people cheering and clapping, my 8 year old looked me straight in the eyes and needed to know if she should be scared.
I paused for a moment.
I have tried to prepare myself for the inevitable barrage of questions my children, who are bound by their DNA, to unleash upon me. While I obviously haven’t been able to plot out every answer to every question they have and will have asked me (hard to have an answer ready for they don’t have gills that will satisfy the 5 year old asking), sometimes the best you can hope for is to just be ready when you get the, “Dad, how are babies made?” question.
Since my kids have been able to form the word ‘why’ (I think they learned it before they learned Dada), I have made it my mission to be ready. Admittedly, it was easier to reel off answers when my children were still under the assumption I was omniscient but as they caught on to my borderline idiocy, I have, at the least, tried to answer my kids questions as honestly (and tactfully) as possible. Continue reading