November 7, 2013 at 10:49 pm , by Nick Shell
2 years, 11 months.
Tonight was the first time I’ve ever talked to you over the phone.
Mommy picked you up from school instead of me today, so I called you both to check in.
When Mommy handed the phone to you in the back seat, I had an actual conversation with you:
“Hey Jack, what are you and Mommy doing right now?” I asked.
“We’re at Whole Foods. I’m gonna eat pizza for dinner,” you replied.
Prompted by Mommy, you ended the call by telling me that you missed me and loved me. I can tell your words were sincere, though.
I mean this in the best way possible, but that was pretty weird for me. I was actually carrying on a legitimate conversation with you… like I would an actual human being!
Without your visual right there in front of me, I was forced to absorb only the sound of your voice.
I mean, I’m used to talking to you during the whole ride to school and back every day, but it’s a whole other thing without any prompts or crutches.
Wow. You and I can actually talk… over the phone.
I heard your voice. I’ve never paid attention to your voice before. Normally, I’m so focused on the circumstances surrounding the conversation that I hear the words you say, but not your actual voice.
Even though it may seem like I’m making a bigger deal of this than I need to, this for me is a bookmark as your Daddy.
Just days away away from your 3rd birthday now, this is a significant moment as I recognize you as a boy; as a fellow human being. Not a baby.
I can talk to you. And not about just superficial stuff like the “monster trucks” (Toyota Tundras) you see as we’re driving down the highway.
But instead, you can tell me what’s going on in your life… over the phone.