Tuesday, January 1st, 2013
2 years, 1 month.
Watching you grow up is like watching the minute hand move on a clock.
It’s not until I look away for a little while, then look back again, that I can see a change.
There were a few pictures that Mommy must have recently taken while getting you ready for school that I found on our camera.
When I saw them, I thought, “Hey, that’s Jack… I don’t remember him looking… like that… so grown up!”
Weeks of everyday life go by with all their routine and their seeming lack of uniqueness, but it’s in those doldrums that you’re growing up; even if I can’t see it as it’s happening.
A couple months ago one of the ongoing themes I focused on was how you didn’t really look that much like me or Mommy.
Well, now, I can clearly see you’ve graduated from that phase where babies all sort of like the same to where now you are truly starting to look like a mix of your parents.
If this were a 1990 laugh track-infused sitcom, I would find it much more believable that you could be the son of Mommy and me.
But, I admit, it would sort of be like the 2nd season after the baby is born, where they suddenly replace the baby with a talking-toddler.
Like Nicky and Alex on Full House. Or Andy Keaton on Family Ties. Or Chrissy Seaver on Growing Pains. Or Lilly Lambert on Step By Step.
You and I have both become less generic and more mature people, since April 13, 2010, when I first started this blog.
Back then, you were a 3 month-old fetus who I best understood through a black-and-white sonogram. You’ve come a long way, kid.
But so have I. I learned how to become a dad.
Like Elvis Costello in 1983, everyday I write the book. We figure this out together, in real time.
Along the way, there have been things I’ve said on The Dadabase, that looking back now, I wouldn’t say; nor are they still accurate depictions of how I see things.
There were times I was so zealous about representing myself as a confident dad with a consistent parenting plan, that it probably came across as bravado, not confidence.
And I do regret my former tone in regards to controversial topics like abortion, circumcision, the cry-it-out method, and even politics in general. I see now how I was only adding to the noise of two extremely polarized camps preaching to their own choirs.
That’s not me anymore. Everyday, I’m becoming more like Jack Johnson. And everyday, you’re becoming more like Jack the boy… not the baby.