Life Lesson #48 - 4 Years Old

How do you summarize 4 years of learning and growing in one blog post? You don't.  In fact, it would make little sense to try.  Four years of lessons taught, lessons learned, insights gained and opportunities gone by would be challenging to fit in a novel so instead, I'm going to write about one exchange that took place late in the day, when dad and his sons were both wiped.

We spent yesterday at Canada's Wonderland.  I was fortunate to take the day off work, which can be personally challenging as this is a point in the year when work is beyond busy and I am beyond personally invested in being there.  The day at Wonderland was filled with rides, dinosaurs, funnel cake and walking.  It was tiring.  At one point, James was asked what ride he wanted to go on next.  His response, "is there a ride that is shaped like a bed?  One that is a soft bed I can have a little rest on."  By the time 3 pm came around we were all done and began the commute home, which meant more walking.  At home it was dinner with grandparents and the opening of a few gifts.  By the time bedtime came around everyone needed it. 

We measured heights on the chart on the wall noting both have added about 3.5" in the last year. After a few stories and the brushing of teeth we began the slow migration into bed.  When James and Andrew get tired, they get chatty.  They can talk a conversation in circles better than any politician and as I heard the same thing for the third time I began to get frustrated.  Eventually, I played the stern voice card which given their mental state led to tears.  As I realized my error in patience and comforted James, I offered an explanation/excuse for my frustration.  That's when Andrew looked at me and said, "Dad, why when you are frustrated do you not speak in your normal voice? Why do you use your angry voice?" In a moment, I learned how much they have grown and learned.  We have often encouraged James and Andrew to talk out their frustrations.  We have often asked them to reflect on how a situation might have gone better had they been able to express their feelings without using their angry voice.  I have often thought that they weren't hearing us.  And yesterday I was proved wrong.  Oh they are hearing and have even learned to question what they see as inappropriate behaviour when an adult does it.

So four years later and I am still amazed at how being their dad makes me feel.  On a daily basis I feel pride, happiness, love, kindness, charmed, gracious, thankful, and the list goes on.  Somedays I feel frustrated, and that's okay as long as I express that frustration in a way that is appropriate (firm, kind, and sincere).  Andrew and James, you taught me that!

Love on your 4th birthday,

Dad

New Beginnings = Regrets of a Busy Dad!

So it's been a long time since I have written, which seems to be the starting sentence from my last several blogs.  I imagined writing would get more difficult as time went by simply because of how busy things get, however, I had no idea how hard it would be not only to carve out time but to write a blog based on the parameters I had set out.  This blog will be a departure from that norm.

The countdown has begun.  No, not the Final Countdown, although that was a great sing-a-long song by Journey that made a resurgence a few years back.  I am referring to the countdown to the beginning of school.  

At work, I am a master of change, in terms of managing my stress and emotions.  In fact, I sometimes worry that I am too robotic.  At home is a completely different story.  I have told myself countless times that this is not the end but the beginning.  That billions of people have done this exact thing and it works out fine.  That this will open us up to a whole new chapter.  However, when all of the self talk is done I arrive back at the very same place, it is the end.  We won't be going back.  My boys are in fact growing up.

I try to live my life with minimal regret, I think no regret is impossible as to have no regrets means denying yourself an emotion tied with looking back plus the learning that comes with it.  Minimal regret, however, allows me to look back, determine what I might have done differently and move on.  In this case, minimal regret is tough.  3 years ago, after the boys first birthday I switched jobs.  The new job would bring career fulfillment, a few more dollars but more importantly happiness in what I was doing.  

Ian, what was the downside you might ask?!?! 

Well, almost 3 hours of daily travel.  I went from a 20 minute morning drive/bike ride to 3 hours of car/bike/ train/ walk to work.  And with that, I lost several hours of key parental time.

So now, here I sit evaluating this decision.  I have never been happier in my career (looking for brownie points if any folks at Ryerson are reading this).  I know I am in the 'right' place.  The extra money afforded us the ability to live a certain lifestyle while Adrienne worked from home.  And yet, looking back on the decision, I can't help but feel a tinge of regret...after all we aren't going back.  There were moments I lived through Facetime or similar technologies, pictures on my phone of times I wasn't present for, and the lasting impact of the conflict I face almost weekly in asking the question do I stay a little longer or rush home.  Now I know how my working parents felt.

On the first day of school, I'm going to be a mess.  I know it already.  I'll be strong and logical until I see the boys off and then I will be a wreck.  In the end, I'll be fine...after all, how many parents have gone through the same thing?!?  I do have a favour to ask though, if you see a parent really struggling on September 8th, please reserve judgment.  Practice a bit of empathy and try to imagine what they are going through, the sacrifices they have made, the pride they maybe overcome by, or the little bit of regret that might be creeping up from within.

Ian

PS-James and Andrew, when you do in fact read this know that I had some major concerns about your ability to keep your pants on for 7 hours a day... I know, the struggle is real!

Love dad