It’s been a while since I’ve posted on fatherhood. There’s a couple of reasons for that. My wife brought up a disturbing point—she was uncomfortable with our daughter’s picture being online. The reasons she listed made me shudder and turn white. I’m not sure whether or not I agree, but for now at least, I’m holding off on further photos until I finish thinking things through more clearly.
The next is conflict. Like most working parents I feel terribly conflicted. Last week my daughter asked, “Daddy, will you come to my birthday party?”
Cripes, she had to ask?
Last night I called her from the hospital to say goodnight. I promised her I’d cuddle when I got home.
And I did. I climbed onto her bed, turned on my iPod, and watcher her sleep. When she turned over she grabbed my arm and held it like a teddy bear. But I’m sure she doesn’t remember.
I’ve been wondering how I can reorder my priorities. While I was watching her play in the park the other day, I wondered—should I move to a small apartment, get rid of a car, get rid of the cable, the phone? Move to a small town? Should I simplify my life so that I can work less?
Would that it were that simple.