The past two months have seen fewer posts here at Transformer Generation Dad. My work schedule has been hectic and add to that the fact that I have taken on the intense responsibility of coaching my sons' pee-wee baseball team and you get one blogger with a serious lack of free time.
Then came Fathers Day. A day when dads around the world open boxes to find Star Wars ties, get served their favorite meals, watch (or play for the lucky ones) golf and lie in their hammocks. It's an all around day for dads to do what they want.
During the pre-game warm-ups, if you will, I anticipated that I might squeeze in a little writing time some time after accepting the hand drawn cards and scarfing down my breakfast in bed and some time before having to go to work that night (let's hear it, "Awwwww, poor me"). I had even tried to conjure up a few different themes to discuss. The day was all set to be lazily spent on my bed with equal parts television remote, laptop and video game controller at my fingertips. Yes, I am easy to please.
But it didn't take long for those plans to change. Soon enough, my sons insisted on sitting on the bed beside me as we took in G4's marathon showing of the Top 100 Video Games of All Time. That, in turn, led me to stare at their little faces and bear witness yet again to their reverence for all that is gaming. It is times like these when my worries over raising them properly are dispelled. I realize that I have instilled in my boys a true and undying passion for all that which is awesome. They are developing into tiny versions of me personality-wise and for at least a day I allowed that to not terrify me.
I felt inspired to connect with my sons even more. After all, this devotion to their craft didn't come from spending time writing while they wasted the hours by themselves in front of the television in the basement, controllers in hand. No, I have been right alongside them with a controller in my own hand for many of those hours. It is I who have provided the guiding light through the most challenging of levels. Haven't you noticed the giant orange banner at the top of this page?
And so, witty commentary and weekly features be damned, the majority of the rest of the day (after finding out which game was, predictably, number one) we played video games together. To be specific, we played number 67.
Here's to all the dads out there, including my own. I hope that each and every one of you spent the day soaking in all that is the joy of parenthood.