Once more it is June. Again. And again I embark upon that epic effort of daily blogging, take three, wherein I call upon myself for a kind of rambling focus, picking from a list of daily topics, and with neither planning nor advance writing, strive to pepper this blog with the free-thought, free-writing wonder that is another one of Those 30 Posts in June. Today, that post just happens to be:
June 16th // Something You Are Thinking About
It’s dad’s day today.
If you read this blog as frequently as I do, you might have noticed a trend in my writing over the last six or so years. That is, I’ve been writing a lot about fatherhood in those years and it has shaped a lot of what I’ve had the opportunity to write upon. And, It’s shaped me.
I may have mentioned in a previous post, but we were at a banquet the other night with some of my wife’s colleagues. And as these thing go, one quickly tends to find oneself in a situation peppered with slightly awkward social interaction. You know the kind: the oh-and-who-are-you-and-what-do-YOU-do-here handshake followed by a few minutes of pleasantries and informal social banter.
We sat beside one of her boss’s-bosses, the reason of which is tough to explain here but the point of which is much more simple: he asked me a pointed question early on in that social pleasantries phase of the conversation: “So, are you enjoying being a father?” to which I found myself, sans hesitation, replying “You know what? I am. And it’s made me a better person.”
I got home from a twenty-six kilometre run shortly after lunch today, and Claire was standing at the door with a small green fit bag in her hand and a ready-made plan for the rest of our day. Now, no dad worth his salt would have turned to such an eager I-just-want-to-be-with-you moment and say, sorry hun, but dad just ran for three hours and you’re out of luck. And neither did I. I made her some lunch, changed the battery in my camera, and less than an hour later we were in the car an off for a Sunday afternoon adventure at Fort Edmonton Park.
And, man, are my legs tired. Aching. Painful.
But, she’s in bed, and I’m sitting here late at the tail end of dad’s day reminding myself, thinking about it all, that I think I did the best I could today and that being a dad probably, perhaps, and just maybe really has made me a better person.