Parenting isn’t easy. I’ll just put that out there and leave it at that. This post isn’t going to be about arguing with emotionally retarded teenagers or dealing with overtired 9 year olds who are all hopped up on sugar. Nor is it about those moments where they make you proud with their achievements or watching them grow into their own people or about the miracle of life or unconditional love or any of that touchy-feely crap I don’t have the stomach for.
This post is about those moments where something small happens and you go “Wow. I made that.”
Case in point: my youngest, 9 years old, was kicking around the house this morning singing a snippet of a song I’d never heard before. As he usually sings 80′s pop and rock (really), I thought maybe it was a song for a school event or something. Thus, as a good father, I ignored it until he asked if he could go on YouTube. Sure, I said, because that’s how I roll.
A few minutes later he calls me in and says, “Look. I found that song.”
“What song?”
“Dad. The one I was singing.”
And be damned if he doesn’t like good music. Maybe I’m behind the times on hearing this song, but that’s not the point. The song could be 20 years old and I’d still be impressed — he’s found a song he likes and I like, as well. Maybe this is about him becoming his own person after all.
Like I said, a little thing. But I said “wow.”
The song, by the way, is Fireflies by Owl City:
awww, you love being a dad.
Fun song — your boy’s got good taste indeed. It sounds like The Postal Service (a compliment).
Also, I loved the Speak’n'Spell in the video.