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The Funny Things You Fear As A Kid

August 22, 2013 at 9:56 pm , by 

2 years, 9 months.

Dear Jack,

Mommy got you a really cool nightlight today. It’s your first one, actually.

Ah yes, the time has finally come when we can’t simply lay you down for the night, in the pitch black darkness of your room, without thoughts of monsters under your bed or in your closet.

Actually, it’s not really that classic fear of monsters that sets you back. I’m sort of convinced you like monsters and that the thought of them being scary has never crossed your mind.

Instead, the prompt to get you a nightlight was based more on the fact you recently have been convinced there is “blackbird” in your room.

It almost sounds like a scene from a PG-13 rated horror movie.

In other words, it’s creepier for Mommy and me that it probably is for you to think about a blackbird in your room.

So we figured a Volkswagen Bug night light would be a good way to help dissolve those thoughts of yours.

It’s completely normal, as a kid, to fear things in your bedroom that aren’t really there; especially when it’s dark.

For me, it was aliens. In hindsight, though, I’ve yet to actually be confronted by an alien in real life- though I still think M. Night Shyamalan’s Signs is one of the scariest movies I’ve ever seen.

And of course, I can also definitely relate to the Internet meme that is starting to circulate on Facebook about quicksand. Seriously, I feel like quicksand was the plot device of so many TV shows and movies I saw as a kid!

It’s true: I’ve yet to experience quicksand.

As for you, I often wonder if during my roughhousing with you, as I pretend to be assorted rabid jungle animals, like tigers and snakes, if you’ll fear those things will show up in your room.

Nope.

Pretty much just that creepy blackbird for you.

Forget about me checking under your bed for monsters. Instead, I may end up having to check your window sill for a blackbird.

That’s if your Volkswagen nightlight doesn’t scare it off first.

 

Love,

Daddy

 

In The End, We Know We Were Meant To Be

August 21, 2013 at 8:35 pm , by 

2 years, 9 months.

Dear Jack,

I really missed you today. While I was at work, I actually got sad thinking about how much I wanted to see you.

When I dropped you off at school this morning, even though things went great while we were leaving the house, as well as during the entire car ride, you didn’t want to let go of me when I was hugging you goodbye.

That’s not usual for you.

So I got caught in this sort of limbo between trying to hand you over to your teacher, knowing I needed to leave for work, and not wanting to let you go either.

I couldn’t shake off that thought for the rest of the day.

It’s not like something traumatic happened to cause it.

It’s not like you’ve suddenly spent less time with me here recently.

You just missed me… I guess?

I’m still in the frame of mind from a movie that Mommy and I watched last night, and really liked, on Netflix streaming called Ira and Abby.

Basically, the concept of the movie was this:

What if you met the person you were meant to marry and spend the rest of your life with- and decided to marry them the same day?

No matter what you learned about that person, you would love, forgive, and challenge that person no matter what; because you knew that in the end, you were meant to be with them.

Yes, of course, there’s a very real and romantic way of looking at that; like for Mommy and me.

But it also makes me think of you.

I know for a fact you and I were meant to be.

That means we will learn to love, forgive, and challenge each other as long as we’re on this Earth together.

And sometimes, just knowing that, well…

It causes us to be sad because we love each other so much.

Like today.

 

Love,

Daddy

 

 

 

 

We Are A Nice, Normal Family… As Far As Anyone Knows

August 20, 2013 at 8:08 pm , by 

2 years, 9 months.

Dear Jack,

This picture is proof you are definitely developing and refining your sense of humor.

I passed this snapshot of a family photo along to the Facebook world yesterday and I assume they had the same reaction as I did:

After looking at Mommy and Daddy, and assessing they look like everyday American parents…

Then, they looked at their little boy, and…

What the what?!

You totally knew what you were doing!

We didn’t have to tell you that A) those were goofy toy glasses and B) to therefore make a corresponding goofy face.

The thing is, you did your job a little too well.

You look like a mix between the old man from the Six Flags commercials and Steve Urkel from Family Matters.

A lot of times, you don’t realize you’re being funny.

Like last week on the drive home from school, out of nowhere you proclaimed:

“Some ducks have wings… No, not all of them.”

As well as today:

“Cows eat hay… and pineapples when they can find them.”

But this… this on-the-spot funny face you made for the picture… that’s notaccidentally funny.

That’s you being a rascal.

That’s you saying, “Yeah, I’m understanding more of how this world works than you may realize. Just watch out for next time!”

We’re a nice, normal family… as far as anyone knows.

For now.

But I have a feeling that in the near future, I’ll be seeing more and more cases of you being an official goofball.

That used to be my job.

And now, Son, I’m passing that torch to you.

Of course, that’s not to say I’ve retired. I’ll gladly teach you everything I know.

I’m just saying that I have a feeling you won’t need too much help from me.

You’re a funny kid.

 

Love,

Daddy

 

I’ve Been Incongruent To My Kid’s Parallel Play Style

August 19, 2013 at 10:56 pm , by 

2 years, 9 months.

Dear Jack,

I’m finally just now realizing why you insist on asking me, as well as Mommy, to play with you on the living room floor, only to have you get upset once we actually try to play with you.

And, no, we can’t do other things like read a magazine or check our email since you’re not actually interacting with us.

We have to be playing too, but there are rules…

It’s because you’re used to “parallel play,” like at school with your friends.

You’re used to playing near other people, but not actually with them, the way I would define the word “with.”

So I’m learning to respect that.

Now I know not to grab a monster truck near you and say in a falsetto voice, like you use when you narrate your own playtime, “Hey, you want to race?”

Because you instantly tell me that’s yourmonster truck.

Then you assign me another truck you don’t care about for that particular moment.

Well, I figured out how to do this thing right.

I find a toy that I assume you will think is undesirable; one that is out of your view. I sort of turn to the side where I’m not facing you, but where you can still see what I’m doing.

Then I make it seem like whatever I’m doing with that toy is the coolest thing ever. Turns out, whatever it is, you always immediately end up trying to copy me with whatever “cooler” toy you have.

Suddenly, your monster truck will be driving to Whole Foods because my yellow race car just announced he was going.

It’s almost a competition of stories, of sorts.

I have these ideal images in my head of what it means to be a classic yet modern dad who actively plays cars with his son- a certain way.

You don’t.

 

Love,

Daddy