Again, I really wish you could have gone with me tonight. Let’s give it a few more years…
So I guess one of the reasons I write these daily letters to you is so that you can actually know your dad.
I don’t want to be a mysterious man to you.
With that being said, you need to know that Captain America is my favorite comic book character.
He was actually the first comic book action figure I ever had. That’s right- in that picture you’re holding an original 1984 Captain America from your daddy’s childhood.
I was three years old when that toy was made… you just happen to be three years old right now, as well.
Why do boys like superheroes so much, anyway? I’m sure there have been great books written and documentaries made regarding this very topic.
For me, I would say there is a subtle, understood message that boys (and men) have an alter ego in mind to help motivate them. They are looking for opportunities to be heroes in their world.
I’ve mentioned before that one of my roles in this life is that I am a reluctant leader. I think it’s interesting that many superheroes start out as average size, like me.
At 5’9″ and 142 pounds, I am clearly the epitome of what a superhero should look like before he gets his super powers.
But then, something awesome happens and the character in the story becomes larger than life and saves the day.
Personally, Captain America is my favorite because while he’s a bit old-fashioned, he truly cares most about doing what is right; particularly in regards to defending the freedom of America.
That’s why I loved Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
He realizes that the particular government agency he works for is so good at policing the world, that they actually become a threat to the liberty of the American people… in a 1984, Big Brother kind of way.
And Captain America doesn’t like that, so he rounds up enough people to do something about it.
In other words, it’s pretty much the most Libertarian movie I’ve ever seen; definitely more so than The Lego Movie or Ghostbusters.
Here in a few years, you will be getting old enough to enjoy watching comic book superhero movies with me.
I so look forward to that. And Star Wars too.
We are wired to be the underdogs that save the day; even if it’s just Mommy’s day instead of the entire world’s.
Boys and their super heroes. I totally get it. We’re going to have a great time in a few years with this stuff. But I’m not rushing you.
You’re three years old. Right now, I want you to enjoy the benefits of not being age appropriate to see a PG-13 rated movie.
It’s interesting because the first episode flashes back to the year 2005, when the protagonist and narrator was 27 years old and meets the woman he wants to marry… and sort of ultimately begins to chase for 9 seasons.
Seeing the show took me back to a place in my life when I was that single 20something year-old guy without a wife and child.
It’s such a different state of mind.
Yes, there was so much “freedom” back then, yet I clearly remember that deep yearning to meet the love of my life, who would in essence connect me to a universe in which the world made better sense to me.
For me, the year 2005 was when I moved to Nashville to truly “start my adult life” as a 24 year-old single guy.
A year later, I met Mommy. Less than two years later, she and I got married. About two and a half years after that, you were born.
To me, this current version of my life is the one I would pick every time.
I know it could be said that raising a 3 year-old boy is at times, chaotic.
But one of my roles in our small family (and in this world as a whole) is to help organize chaos.
It’s as if I find safety and security in the structure of chaos, because it brings meaning to my life.
I never in my life thought I’d be so happy about getting a new dishwasher.
One of the assumed roles as the modern dad and father, I have found, is that he takes care of cleaning up all the dishes.
Actually, it would be a foreign concept for me to think that I, as a modern-day American dad, could still be considered a “good husband and father” if I didn’t take care of the dishes everyday he’s…
Or at least some similiar equivalent time-consuming household chore, like laundry or cooking.
At least, that’s my version of reality. I’ve yet to speak to, or even hear of, or watch a stand-up comedian on Netflix (like Tom Papa or Don Friesen), who is a husband and father who is in a “happy household” who doesn’t do the dishes (or an equivalent chore) pretty much on a daily basis.
In all the confusion these days of what roles a modern dad is supposed to assume, “dish duty” is a given for me personally. It’s a way I know I can easily help out our family.
With that being said, our dishwasher has been broken since September.
That means for over 5 months now, I have been washing, and drying, all of our dishes by hand.
And we use a lot of dishes at our house.
Because we have a plant-based diet, Mommy uses the food processor and I often use the juicer, on top of all our normal dishes and utensils.
This is the first time since September that I will have at least 30 more minutes more of “free time” each night that I will be able to use to get more work done… because, we bought a new dishwasher! (During the cheap time of the month, of course.)
My experience as a parent equates free time with work… from other household chores to career enchancing opportunities; but if I’m lucky, catching up with friends.
So yeah, this is a big deal! We now have a working dishwasher!
This is like Christmas.
Saturday when the delivery man came to our house in his big white truck, you were eager to talk to him. Actually, you started with a song:
“I said a hip hop… and you don’t stop.”
This is because Mommy and I finally saw the hilarious Brian Williams/Lester Holt version of Rapper’s Delight:
So you were eager to teach the dishwasher installer guy your new song that you’ve been hearing your parents do all week long.
He was impressed.
You went on to tell him about, and show him, your new 1972 Rachero lowrider Hot Wheel car from Kroger. And as you can see from these pictures, you also had some questions for him as you observed from just a few feet away:
“What’s under there?”
And… “Where are you taking our old dishwasher?”
Talking to strangers isn’t always a bad thing. If I’m there with you, it’s okay.
The thing is, I’m pretty big on talking to strangers, so I’m sure you’re picking up that habit from me.