Man, I can't believe it has been four years. Next month, Ellie turns four. Hard to believe.
At the same time, something about it just feels right. I've done a lot of different things over the years for "work;" tech support, fast food worker, general grunt work, computer sales, software engineering, and various other stuff. None of it, though, has come to me as naturally, or as passionately and happily, as being a parent and a father. The role is just something that I can do, without worrying that I'm doing something wrong or that someone is looking over my shoulder.
Oh, sure, I have my moments where I feel like a complete failure as a parent, but I think every good parent has those moments. It is when your kid cuts their finger on a tin can because you didn't put it out of their reach, or you weren't watching close enough and they fell and split their lip. These things happen, but you feel like you should have been there to prevent it. Yeah, but after you get past the moment, you realize that you are still a good parent.
I love cooking dinner for, and with, my girls. We've taken to having a family dinner every night, which both Ellie and Gwen love. They are a class act, sitting across from each other at the table. It also gives me a lot of time doing something other than sitting in front of the television, which makes me feel worlds better about myself.
And now I'm writing more. That is one of the best things ever. This will be the second blog post this week, not to mention that I've written 800 words of fiction. I've tried to keep up with NaNoWriMo, but I don't think I'll keep pace with it. I'll use it as a way to motivate writing, but I won't force myself into that goal.
Next post will include some thoughts on my fiction. See you then!