Dad Entry #167

Megan is skinny. I’m afraid she’ll need jeans with elastic tighteners forever. I’ve done battle with several pairs of them, on her behalf, getting the buttons through the elastic bands and then un-bunching the stubborn waist in sections. It’s like a little built-in belt. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, good for you. Of course, jeans that are un-tight are the favorite of fathers everywhere, for their precious daughters, but I don’t want Megan’s pants to sag in an entirely unattractive way, only in a sort of unattractive way. There is a precisely achievable difference. I want her pants snug at the waist and baggy through the butt and thighs. Golf knickers, for example, are perfect.

Megan said to me yesterday, at the dinner table, in a kind of scholarly tone, “I think I just have gas pain, or I have to go poop right now.” I said, “Okay Baby, sure thing, go take care of business.” She scampered off, seemingly surprised or pleased or enlightened by her self-diagnosis. It’s always oxymoronic for expressions of this kind to come from such a sweet little girl. Although, let’s be honest; Megan’s not always sweet or prone to propriety when dealing with bodily functions. Megan, for example, is a very skilled gas-passer and not at all one without pride. She will almost always giggle and sometimes even pump her fist. Okay, I’m exaggerating now…. As for Megan’s stomach issue detailed above, it was in response to the visible shock, on my face and Michael’s, when Megan declined dessert. This NEVER happens. So Megan felt the need to explain unequivocally. In the future, however, in the long, long distant future – like if she’s on a date – I hope she just excuses herself from the table, flashes one of her beautiful smiles, and maybe retrieves her lip gloss from her purse before departing. There’s nothing wrong with misdirection, or harmless deception, at moments like this. Got it, Meg?

I want my kids to be polite and positive. If I had to distill it all into two main points or focuses, if I had to do some kind of catch-phrase-y sloganeering to summarize it, I would go with “The Two P’s of Parenting.” Regarding politeness, I mean the obvious, but also the possession of a sense of decorum and professionalism (when they get older), and a sense of respect. The world has been around a long time, and so have certain people, and certain types of people. I want them to respect it all, because it will all reward them and fulfill them and then, often without warning, knock them on their ass. And both cycles have great purpose. Uh-oh, can I make it “The Three P’s of Parenting?” And the second P – shoot, I think I’ve gone overboard, this is like a cleaning-product infomercial now; no, I’m not yelling – is really very simple. People who are optimistic and grateful are happier, healthier, and more successful. We can argue about definitions and semantics and science, but I simply want my kids to get in the habit of leaning in one direction and not the other. And I think when you’re positive, you work harder; you’re passionate. Four P’s?