Your Mommy’s all right
Your Daddy’s all right
They just seem a little weird
— Surrender, Rick Neilsen
I’ve often heard parents with small children remark that they wish those kids would always be “that” age. The age where everything is a wonder, and parents are gods, and kids don’t talk back or ask for car keys or drink beer or any of 199 other things that come along as they grow up.
I’m here to say — again — that there is no part in the parent-child lifecycle so far that has disappointed me or failed to inspire pride and happiness. And this weekend underlined it for me in big black permanent marker.
It wasn’t one thing, it was a bunch of little things, one after the other, as I spent a happy boys weekend with Chris. He was awesome company.
It started Friday night when a bunch of people from ATC (our gym) went out to socialize. Chris and his girlfriend came along at my invitation and while they sat off by themselves, not really interested in hearing us recount Legends of Flop Sweat, they were also constantly in the middle of the evening for me.
I said “have whatever you like and it’s on me.” A review of the bill at the end of evening made me laugh at the furiousness with which that invitation was embraced. Two types of beer. Tequila shots. Rum. Oh, and food. So awesome to be young. Continue reading