The Kentucky Derby and the Parent Paradox
I’m nowhere near the parent I thought I’d be. This is not to say that I’m not as good a parent as I thought I’d be, as I’m definitely a caring and capable father. However, it is to say that I’m just a really different parent than I thought I’d be. In my head I was going to be equal parts strong and sensitive and strike a perfect balance between hard-working and fun-loving. I was going to be Tony Danza from Who’s the Boss?.
Of course, there’s still time for me to become the dad I want to be. Every day is an opportunity, and I’m really committed to being more like the kind of dad that takes his baby to cool places, reads to and plays with his baby than the kind of dad who rushes her to bed so he can watch NCAA Basketball games (ahem). My latest chance to not fail at being a cool dad comes in the form of deciding whether or baby Rosalie, Becky and I are going to attend the Kentucky Derby this year with my parents and siblings. It’s not that I haven’t missed the Derby before (I’ve missed 2 of the last 5), but I really like the idea of being the kind of parents who take their five-month old to the Kentucky Derby. I want that picture of a smiling Rosalie in a giant hat and sundress at the Derby. I want Rosalie to see that picture when she’s older and know that her parents were always committed to doing awesome things with and for her.
The problem is, I’m not sure if that photo is worth the headache. The logistics of toting a 5-month old to two days at a horse track in Kentucky seem daunting, not to mention setting aside the money and the vacation days. And so, we’re at a crossroads. Do we make the decision that the parents we want to be would make, or do we make the easy, sensible and, ultimately, boring one? When I put it that way, it seems like no-brainer to immediately book our flights and Derby tickets, but realistically, I don’t think that’s going to happen.
It’s unfortunate, but so much of being a new parent is about the path of least resistance. It’s about getting by and getting through, not getting drunk on mint juleps. Maybe someday I’ll be the dad I want to be, but in the meantime, I’ll have to settle for being a good ol’ boring dad. Emphasis on the “good,” though. I like the sounds of that.
Thanks for reading, and thanks for hitting “like” on this post if you appreciate it. Also, make sure you check out the amazing company, Bavia, that makes this new dad to be blog possible. I’m a huge believer in Bavia’s services, and the fact that it’s the best baby shower gift you can possibly give. You even get $15 off any service by mentioning this blog (promo code: TinyHuman). Order at Bavia.com or by calling 952.698.7400.