Combination Zen Garden/Siege Perilous

There are real, long-term benefits that a child will receive from spending their formative years being cared for exclusively by their parents and close family members instead of being put into daycare as soon as possible. I know that it’s a very difficult choice to make, giving up the increased income and putting your financial goals on hold for a couple of years. But it is worth it.

The time spent at home with your child is great for them, but there’s also a huge payoff for you, the parent. My time with Max has been the most challenging period in my life, in the best sense of the word.  Moving at his pace, I’ve had ample time to really contemplate how I see myself and the world. It’s a level of introspection that I’ve never encountered before, and I’m grateful to have been given the chance.  Being a full-time caregiver has taught me lessons in patience, communication, forgiveness, and above everything else, compassion. I understand now how challenging life is for all of us, as we try to discover and fulfill our potential despite the obstacles in our way. I can see how tenuous our emotional composure really is, but I can also see how determined we are to keep moving forward, even through an emotional meltdown. And as I begin to understand these aspects of humanity, I’m learning how to live with, and embrace,  my own peculiarities.

Our societal standard now is that mom and dad are both back at work within 6 months to a year of their child being born, and its hard to swim upstream against the trend. And, unfortunately, there are too many parents who don’t even have the luxury of considering a decrease in income, people who are barely managing to survive at their current income levels. I wish that every parent could have the opportunity to experience the joy and the monumental challenge of being the primary caregiver during their child’s first few years.

I’m not one to blithely encourage people to do anything that could have serious, life-changing consequences. If I were to take up mountain climbing, I would not tell casual acquaintances “it’s totally worth it. Just go do it!”. I’d give long, complicated instructions and warnings before recommending any serious endeavor. So, before you dash off and have kids because of the awesome way I’ve described the experience, take a little time and think about all of ramifications. If it is at all possible, spend a couple of years before you have a child to build up a parental war chest that will cover the income change when the little one arrives. And dads, you need that time at home too. There is a universe of emotional learning that you will experience when you nurture your tiny wonderful child, and it will make you a better person.

Curse you long titles

(previous title: “Things to think about while you stare wistfully out the window on a rainy Thursday afternoon”. )

Two interesting ideas to mull over and see if they apply to your life.

1. The Dunning-Kruger Effect. If you are unskilled at something, you haven’t practiced enough to know when you’re doing it wrong. And, because you haven’t spent any time learning from people who do have the skill, you don’t even know what “doing it right” looks like. The net result is that you will usually overestimate how well you can do something, and you won’t be able to recognize that you stink at a part (or all) of the task. Not a lot of growth or room for improvement. The fix is easy-practice and study. The unpleasant side-effect is that you’ll lose a bit of self-confidence as you realize how much there is that you don’t know (I can personally vouch for that).

2. “Every mistake makes the next success possible”. This quote of wisdom comes from the lead singer of the thrash metal band “Overkill”, Bobby “Blitz” Ellsworth. Considering that this fellow has managed to survive the music industry and his own early exploits of excess to successfully maintain a rewarding musical career for 25 years, I’m amenable to listening to his advice. And, I’m applying it specifically to my current mistake. I’ve discovered, through the help of my observant friends, that there are some minor grammatical errors in the current version of my book. I’m in the early phases of working on the sequel, so finding this out now is taking a bit of wind out of my sails, but what’s done is done. I cannot track down every person who bought a physical copy and make the changes by hand. Have I learned from all of this? Absolutely. I already knew that this type of mistake was my weakness, and finding this new example proves that I have to stay on top of things and really, REALLY pay attention while editing. Good justification for adding another edit draft before going to print. It also ties in with ponder point #1: I need to keep practicing my writing and my editing, because I have a lot to learn.

Metaphor at the fair

We had a fantastic day at the Western Fair on Saturday. For those who aren’t locals, the Western Fair is our fall fair. It has a big focus on farming (we are in the middle of one of North America’s most fertile areas, after all) but it also has all the additional attractions: rides, carnival games, music concerts, gambling and delicious food that seeks to shorten your lifespan. Max was full of energy and excitement, wiggling and dancing as he walked through the midway.

There were some well thought out changes made to the fair from last year, the most important one being a much bigger focus on family friendly activity that had no additional cost. Every good parent loves to take their kid to a fun event like the fair, but the costs can be pretty prohibitive. By adding free activities, the fair gave the kids more fun opportunities while letting mom and dad’s wallet have a little rest.

And like most of our outings, I had the most fun wen I was with the animals. Cows! Goats! Pot-bellied pigs! Affectionate horses! Stand-offish Alpacas! I even had the wife take a picture of me standing behind the rear end of a horse that was taller than me. And no, the horse did not poop on me. What a terrifying mess that would have been. So, as a family fun day, it was top-notch.

But let’s get to the incident that this post’s title refers to. As my little dude waited in line for his turn in the bouncy castle, I noticed a set of parents at the back of the castle and, being nosy, I went to snoop. I overheard them griping about the lineup, and the father was suggesting to another nearby parent that they just lift their kid up over the back wall and let them bounce. From the grousing and whining that continued from the parents, I realized that they had done that with their own kid. Frustrated with the speed and disorganized state of the line to get in, they had decided to break the rules and cheat. At first I wasn’t really bothered by this, until I realized that my 3-year-old was patiently standing in line and waiting for his turn. My dear wife and the ride operator were doing their best to keep the line of young, excited kids waiting without wandering off or getting upset, and they were doing a great job. So, I became enraged, and I began beaming the stare of death at both of the parents (known as “La Glare-o Del Muerte”). I debated the idea of verbally laying into the entitled pile of garbage, but my consideration for the family atmosphere kept me locked into silent stinkeye mode. And to her credit, the second mom refused to take the suggested shortcut cheat.

There was a fair amount of chaos in the waiting area for the ride, and the system wasn’t running as optimally as it could have been. The jerks in the back took that as a sign that they should ignore what’s best for everyone, and break the rules to suit their purposes. My wife, on the other hand, saw the problems with the system, and she considered the happiness and wellbeing not just of her own child, but of every child in the line. She didn’t storm up to the ride attendant and start whining about the problem, because she could see that he was doing his best. She did what every sensible, responsible and compassionate person would do: she rolled up her sleeves and pitched in. And soon, the system went back to functioning normally, and all of the kids were happy.

Maybe that is a stirring and compelling parable, or maybe my tired and sun-baked brain is misfiring. Either way, I’m proud of my wife.