The misadventures of a first time father

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© Copyright 2010 CorbisCorporationSometimes, my son will do something so innocuous and full of joy that I can’t help but stare at him and realize what a profound statement he has just made to me without even knowing it.

Our little monkey LOVES to be barefoot. When we’re riding in the car, give it just a few minutes and he’ll have both socks in his hands, stretching them out and smiling and laughing at you the entire rest of the ride. In the living room the other day, we were playing, when he stopped (he’s sitting upright and even criss-cross all on his own now, amazing!), looked at me, then looked down at his feet curiously, eyebrows down with determination, and with a swipe, pulled off both socks off his feet. Then, without missing a beat, he looked at me, eyes glowing, a smile across his face that shows off those two tiny little bottom teeth, and he laughed. Within moments, he was moving around again, giggling, making noises, and just plain having fun.

I could learn a lot from him.

Every day I could lose count of how many things I worry about, whether it be work, money, the future, what to write about so my blog doesn’t have tumbleweeds blowing through it like a ghost town. It’s every day, and it’s completely unnecessary. Worry changes nothing and it solves nothing. It merely keeps us out of the present and unfocused from enjoying the moment at hand.

But my little guy has taught me, with the simplest gesture, that you just have to unshackle yourself, smile and enjoy the moment for what it is.

Sometimes you just gotta’ take your socks off and be free.

© Copyright 2012 CorbisCorporationYou can take a lot for granted before you have a kid.

Before our son was born, I never thought of how easily we would come and go from the house, run an errand here and there, pick up some groceries, or grab a bite to eat, without giving it a second thought.

Now, going to the grocery store is like planning the storming of Normandy.

A date night? Well, they don’t even really come into play, at least not this early in our little guy’s career as a being on Earth.

However, the exception was this past week when, for the first time since he was born, my wife and I actually got a chance to go out and have a night of our own. While the little one spent some quality time with one of his grandmas, we went out to dinner, and then caught a performance of “A Chorus Line” on its tour stop in town.

It seemed a little weird, the whole night. At dinner, while we both thoroughly enjoyed the meal (we both ordered steak, so this MUST have been a big night) there was the occasional “you think he’s okay?” sprinkled throughout our conversations, the glancing at the phones to make sure there were no messages.

After dinner, we went to the theatre, she checked in via phone and things were going all right except for the usual fussiness, and then we enjoyed the show.

CHORUS LINEI had never seen “A Chorus Line.” Meg had caught it in NYC some years ago, but it was all new to me. At first, I was sort of skeptical, finding the opening number just a tad too long for my liking and leaving me wondering if I was going to make it through the whole story.

I like when I’m pleasantly surprised, though. Once the characters started revealing themselves and the story took shape, I really ended up having a great time and enjoying the show. Don’t judge a book by its cover…or a show by its opening tune, I suppose.

When the curtain fell, we walked back to the car and hit the road, wondering the whole ride if we had been out too late, if he was okay the rest of the night, and if he had driven grandma to drink.

Upon our arrival, he was asleep in bed and all was well with the world.

Before we became parents, it was nothing to say ‘I’m just going to run to the store’ or ‘let’s go grab some dinner.’ Heck, if you go back to when we were dating, we went out without a thought all the time.

During all those periods of life, you never give a thought to the amount of leeway and freedom you have in the decisions you make and can choose at a split second. Honestly, why would you back then?

Now, there’s a lot more planning, a lot more shifting of the to-do lists.

But, it certainly makes you enjoy those rare date nights a lot more when the chance arises.

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