You can lift twice your body weight over your head? You can run 26 miles? You can balance on one foot at the top of a pole as tall as you are? Is that so?
Well, I can hold the woman I love for 4 hours straight as she sobs every last ounce of pain and frustration out of her body, all while smiling and proving to her how beautiful she really is.
I can cook, shop, clean, and maintain a house while the daughter I adore coughs in my face, sneezes on my food, and drinks from my cup when I'm not looking.
I can feed, burp, and rock back to sleep, an angel only days old while having no sleep, no food, a distraught wife, and a sick kid -- yet still revel in the awe and wonder a newborn baby can bring.
So, tell me again how strong you are ...
(Editorial Note: This is intended as a motivational message, not a literal account of events.)
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Wednesday, October 17, 2012
I Think The Future Is Gonna Be OK
My daughter plays with my wife's Nintendo DS, that makes me happy; however, she plays "Hello Kitty" on it, and that makes me ... well ... not-so-much.
My daughter likes to watch Beakman's World and even enjoyed an episode of Mythbusters with me -- this makes me hopeful that she won't be burdened by gender stereotypes. Then she asks to watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or Care Bears -- and this makes me worried. But, to be fair, she also likes She-Ra and cheers when Buttercup beats the tar out of Mojo-Jojo. I wonder if she'd like Kim Possible ...
She likes The Black Cauldron, The Dark Crystal, The Last Unicorn and The Secret of NIMH. She also likes Snow White, Elmo, some Crystal Kingdom Dora movie, and Rock-a-Doodle-Do. All-in-all, that balance of substance and fluff seems OK to me.
She listens to Gotye and Carly Ray Jepsen. She also loves Yakko's World and the theme song from Darkwing Duck. I once caught her singing Turn Me On (feat. Nikki Minaj) while she was taking a bath. This has made me declare radio in the car as off-limits.
She steals my polyhedron dice, my Ravenloft figurines, and my Monsters Manual ... to have a tea party.
I swear she has more books than the library of Alexandria. She reads Dr. Seuss, Aesop's fables, Grimm fairly tales, and anything else she can get her grubby, little mitts on. She even has her own books on my pull list at the local comic shop. I find nothing wrong with this.
She eats salmon and green peppers as well as hot dogs and french fries. God help you if she doesn't get dessert.
She cries at the end of school if she can't hug her friends good-bye. She cries during The Muppets when they don't meet their telethon goal. She cries when it's time to get in the tub, and she cries when it's time to get out of the tub. Yet, she'll trip over her own feet, faceplant on a hard laminate floor, and then pop right back up like nothing happened.
I hope someday we'll build a desktop trebuchet together. I hope she owns me in a game of free-for-all deathmatch or asks me to run her through her first dungeon. I hope she'll read things by Neil Gaiman and Gail Simone, Ray Bradbury and Anita Blake, Ralph Waldo Emerson and Emily Bronte. I REALLY hope she stays away from Reddit - at least until college - and finds social networking to be valuable, but not invaluable.
But really, more than anything else in this world, I hope she gets her own damn computer so she can get the hell off of mine and let me play Guild Wars 2.
My daughter likes to watch Beakman's World and even enjoyed an episode of Mythbusters with me -- this makes me hopeful that she won't be burdened by gender stereotypes. Then she asks to watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or Care Bears -- and this makes me worried. But, to be fair, she also likes She-Ra and cheers when Buttercup beats the tar out of Mojo-Jojo. I wonder if she'd like Kim Possible ...
She likes The Black Cauldron, The Dark Crystal, The Last Unicorn and The Secret of NIMH. She also likes Snow White, Elmo, some Crystal Kingdom Dora movie, and Rock-a-Doodle-Do. All-in-all, that balance of substance and fluff seems OK to me.
She listens to Gotye and Carly Ray Jepsen. She also loves Yakko's World and the theme song from Darkwing Duck. I once caught her singing Turn Me On (feat. Nikki Minaj) while she was taking a bath. This has made me declare radio in the car as off-limits.
She steals my polyhedron dice, my Ravenloft figurines, and my Monsters Manual ... to have a tea party.
I swear she has more books than the library of Alexandria. She reads Dr. Seuss, Aesop's fables, Grimm fairly tales, and anything else she can get her grubby, little mitts on. She even has her own books on my pull list at the local comic shop. I find nothing wrong with this.
She eats salmon and green peppers as well as hot dogs and french fries. God help you if she doesn't get dessert.
She cries at the end of school if she can't hug her friends good-bye. She cries during The Muppets when they don't meet their telethon goal. She cries when it's time to get in the tub, and she cries when it's time to get out of the tub. Yet, she'll trip over her own feet, faceplant on a hard laminate floor, and then pop right back up like nothing happened.
I hope someday we'll build a desktop trebuchet together. I hope she owns me in a game of free-for-all deathmatch or asks me to run her through her first dungeon. I hope she'll read things by Neil Gaiman and Gail Simone, Ray Bradbury and Anita Blake, Ralph Waldo Emerson and Emily Bronte. I REALLY hope she stays away from Reddit - at least until college - and finds social networking to be valuable, but not invaluable.
But really, more than anything else in this world, I hope she gets her own damn computer so she can get the hell off of mine and let me play Guild Wars 2.
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