As the story goes, each of my siblings and I when being potty trained would save our first “gift” in the potty all day long to show my father when he returned home from work. So proud of ourselves, and of course for his part, Dad would excitedly look in and tell each of us how proud he was.
And such is life for all of us working parents. Forever hearing about our child’s momentous events and firsts from spouses, babysitters, and teachers.
I work in the same hospital as the NICU where Liam was a patient. About a block away (and connected by an underground tunnel, no joke) is the Children’s Hospital where the PICU is. Because of this I was able to be present for many of the “firsts” of Liam’s first 9 months. His first bath, the move from isolette to crib, The first moment without tubes in his nose or mouth or tape on his face, and yes, even his first seizure I was lucky enough to be present for.
But now that Liam is going to school, new things are happening nearly every day. How the hell can a parent possibly keep up? First it was sitting up straight at a desk, and then of course there was the slide which I was lucky enough to be there for. Well last week it was ball skills. Rolling a ball back and forth with his day nurse, of all people. I mean c’mon, rolling a ball back and forth? Sounds an awful lot like Liam’ s first game of catch to me.
And where was I? Oh . . that’s right, I was working my ass off to support my family, like a sucker.
But Monday? On monday my big boy, rode a bike.
Since it’s 2012 and I have an awesome wife who keeps me in the loop instead of waiting until I got home from work that night, I was looking at photos of the ride on my cell phone before the ride was even over. As much as I would have loved to be there with him, there is no better way to brighten a day at work than to get a text message like that.
I gotta admit. It’s pretty cool living in the future.