That someone is my mom, who turned sixty years old. Sixty! It seems unfathomable. In my mind, she's always in her late 40's, early 50's and even that seems old to me. It's funny, as I was discussing my plans of a surprise birthday dinner with my cousin Jon, I said I only invited the adults, no kids and he understood exactly what I meant. Our parents are the "adults" and we will always be the "kids" even though we're full-fledged adults who have kids of our own.
Initially I was going to write a funny quip about Father's Day (how unplanned my fatherhood came to be) but as I was pondering what to write, my mind drifted and I was thinking about what being a father really meant. My dad was pretty much nonexistent in my life. I only have but a couple memories of him when I was young. When he would get home, we would wrestle and I would imitate moves I saw from watching WWF. And he would let me stay up at night to watch The Benny Hill Show with him. (Quite inappropriate for a 5 year old to watch.) But besides that, there's not much else. He never helped me with school work or gave me life advice. In fact, I don't remember seeing him that much at all. But I can't fault him for that since he was working long hours to provide for the family. It's just that I don't want to be like him. I love him and know I'm an asshole for saying this but I want to be the complete opposite of my dad.
Two more months before he turns two years old and he finally got his first haircut (that was desperately needed). I've been delaying it as long as possible because once he gets his first cut, he's no longer a baby in my eyes. Yes, I know he's technically not a baby but I wanted to preserve the baby-ness, which meant keeping the hair he had since birth. So why now? Someone mistaken him as a girl. :(
I didn't think I was going to be sad to see Andrew graduate from preschool since we already experienced the "oh, he's growing up so fast and is going to start Kindergarten" with Jacob. But it was sad to see him all grown up. Unlike Jacob, Andrew was happy during his graduation ceremony. Actually, too happy. Very giddy. I was the same way with my graduation, mainly because I knew that I never had to go back to school.
Saturday morning I woke up way too early for a weekend (6:30 am) and decided to waste time in front of the computer. I was reading up on events and noticed that the Free Press Summer Fest was going on that weekend. And then this conversation happened in my head...