As a musician and a teacher, I have had the pleasure to be a part of many cool moments of discovery. This even happens with my daughter sometimes. I still remember with pride when I asked her “Can I Kick It” and she replied (appropriately) “Yes You Can”. Thank you, Q-Tip, Phife Dawg, Ali Shaheed and Jarobi for that moment.
Recently I had another one of those with my kid. She asked to listen to “Intergalactic” by the Beastie Boys…so I put it on in the car. She said she likes the robot sounds in the song, but she always cracks at the end of the track when Biz Markie jumps in at the end of it. We listened to it again with the same result, so I decided to play “Just A Friend” for her. She loved it and sang the chorus the whole way home.
Soon we’ll have an awesome playlist for our father-daughter car rides.
My night started off with thoughts of jazz and beer. Brother Thelonious is great for both.
Eventually I stayed up long enough to keep up with my latest hobby… Looking up. My kid calls Jupiter “daddy’s planet”, which lets me know the level of my geek is strong.
This may potentially be the last time I post about which planets I can see from my house. In general I feel the pictures I take with my iPhone does no justice to how cool I think this event is. The idea that I get to watch this pattern unfold before my very eyes is simply awesome. I think I’ll start saving up for a telescope. Perhaps my kid and I will enjoy looking up.
Generally I go to BuzzFeed to laugh at something or checkout something related to music. Then they hit me with a video about kids of asian parents thanking them for the sacrifices they made for them. I couldn’t help but to think of my parents and grandparents.
The bit about students loans hit me the hardest. My mom and dad said the same thing to me.
I am not someone who has ever cared what other people thought of my style of dress. I’m pretty confident with my look, however I’ve noticed more than a few heads turn when I’m out with my kid.
When we are out she gives me one of her toys to hold on to while she plays. Sometimes I forget how odd I must look to other people when she’s about 10 feet away from me and I am holding a fuzzy stuffed unicorn and a tiara.
Parenting seemed like fun when I wasn’t a father. I have a 4 year old girl, and she is what we call “a spirited child”. Since I am a middle school teacher I knew I didn’t have any real answers to the question of parenting. I was also armed with the knowledge that I didn’t know jack-squat nor could control anything regarding her personality…I just figured we’d all be learning together.
So far as I can tell, my daughter has taught me that I have a temper and I am a slave to routines. I knew the thing about my temperament before having her in my life, however it’s magnified since she started preschool where I teach. I tell myself all the time “I don’t care what other people think”, but it turns out I do. When she has a tantrum in public, I care. When she has a day at school where her behavior disrupts the learning of other children, that matters to me as well.
Admittedly she’s better now at school and in public, but I think I catch the “we need to go” signals sooner. I also recognize that there has been a lot of growth in the past year…but I still have an itchy trigger finger on the “we need to go” button. These are just a few of the many things I’ve learned about myself as a father. I should go now, my favorite My Little Pony episode is on and we laugh a lot together during this show.