Daddy talk

Instructions not included

I decided a long time ago that I liked order, it's one of the reasons I became an engineer. Give me a set of instructions for a task and I will run that down. Today I put together a ceiling fan for the boy's room. It's one of those fancy ones that looks really pretty, maybe it would be better if I described it as more scientificy... I need to man it up for him. It's a globe with a space ship on the blades.

It wasn't exactly how I wanted to spend my Father's Day, but it turned out to be exactly how I should spend my Father's Day. It gave me a real good sense of accomplishment in the way the boy looked up at it with a smile when I was done with it. (Some credit to our niece Kayla) I don't know if he noticed the ceiling fan before but he really does now.

I don't know if it makes him want to be an astronaut or a astronomer. I hope it makes him want to do something. It would be nice to know if that ceiling art leads to something because it makes me really happy to see. All this goes to the idea that there are no instructions for being a parent, let alone a good parent. The older I get, the more things I find out weren't good ideas when I was a kid. My parents were spankers I don't plan to be one. My parents let me ride in the wheel well of the car, I don't remember seeing a car seat until I was an adult.  I can't imagine not putting my boy in one. So many rules and so many things that have changed.

There are all these anecdotal things on how to be a good parent, but you could be the best parent in the world and come out with a kid with issues. It's all very confusing, hopefully I never get caught on youtube doing something stupid. I think I will keep building things for Milo and play the rest by ear.