Two days ago I published a post titled Dear Son: Learning to Ride A Bike.
It’s a cutesy letter to my unborn son about learning to ride a bike.
Once I hit the publish button and starting thinking about sharing the post with my friends and family… I paused.
I suddenly became nervous.
Were people going to judge my thoughts? Did I say something wrong? Did any of my statements break Parenting 101?
I’m not a nervous person by nature, nor do I generally care what people think, but for this post I seemed to care. And I think that simply stems from wanting so badly to be a good dad.
As I’ve had more time to think about that feeling, and this is just my opinion, parenting doesn’t exactly come with a rulebook or guide.
For instance, my mother didn’t have a precedent to follow that night I decided to pretend to eat my lima beans, but was instead tossing them on the floor underneath the tablecloth. (Yes, I got in lots of trouble.)
I’m also sure my friend Matt didn’t have a guide for that time his kid had a poop explosion and it went all over the wall — he was kind enough to text me a photo.
In the end, this becoming a parent thing is an adventure and I too will be texting poop explosion photos right back to Matt at some point. And I’ll also be figuring out how to get the poop off the wall!
Like many other times in life, these hurdles and insecurities will be overcome one step at a time. So if I say anything “wrong,” I’m sure things will work themselves out over time.