Plug In, Monitor For Errors & Don’t Leave Unattended – The Undeniable Fear In Being A Parent

12 years ago next week, on a blistering hot March afternoon, Shani and I put a brand new baby girl in a car sea and ushered her to her new home. At the time I remember thinking that it can’t be this simple for first time parents to leave the hospital with a newborn infant. Nobody inspected the car we were leaving in. Nobody ensured the rear facing car seat was properly installed. There were no licensees to apply for and no one reassuring us that we were going to be okay. It was more like releasing a rescued marine mammal back into the ocean. Go…be free!

The fear involved with parenting has yet to go away. No, it is very much still there today. We won’t even discuss the fear associated with 7 preteen girls taking over our home tonight for “S’s” birthday sleep over extravaganza. I’m talking about the deeply embedded fear that somehow, I’m not doing the whole fatherhood thing right. That same fear I felt 12 years ago while buckling my daughter into her car seat.

The only solace I’m usually able to find is the rational understanding that there is no technical manual to follow on how to be a good dad. Show me an expert on fatherhood and I’ll show you a fool. Yes, there are some underlying principles that can guide us on how to raise healthy and well adjusted children. But those principles are akin to an instruction manual for an appliance telling us to plug it in, monitor for error messages and don’t leave them unattended for too long. Each model we bring into the world is unique and is influenced by far too many variables to accurately give us a proper set of instructions.

Dads (and Moms), it is okay to feel like you don’t know all the right decisions to make. Sometimes, the best we can do is to know ourselves. After all, the little creature occupying your home is part of you and your personality. You can model behavior consistent with your values and you can love. You can provide them with the safety to learn their own life lessons. You can realize that the majority of the hard work involved in turning our children in to successful and caring adults, lies with the child and the decisions they will make. They will ultimately decide how to curate themselves. Somehow, we as parents will need to learn to accept this.

Happy Birthday “S”! One day you may read this and realize how lost Dad felt at times. Someday you’ll figure out that I plugged you in, monitored for errors and didn’t leave you unattended for too long. Someday, perhaps you will experience the same journey.

I’d like to hear from you! Do you have parenting fears or question whether you’re doing it right? Do you have any sage advice to offer as I continue on my own unique journey?

A Gentleman’s Goodbye – The Loss of an Inspirational Friend

This wasn’t how I planned on first exploring the concept of The Curated Man in more detail.  Then again, life is full of unexpected events.

This weekend, a friend and former colleague of mine died after a couple of years of battling a debilitating illness.  I cannot and will not pretend the he and I were best friends, but I did grow very fond of him during our brief time shared in this life.  In reflecting upon the loss, I drew a sharper understanding of the impact he had on me.  I’m sure it is an impact felt by almost everyone that was privileged to know him.

Bart was in many ways a master of so many things that I continue to experience challenges with in life.  Kindness, gentleness and a reassuring stoicism were just three of the attributes I struggle to master, but of which Bart delivered faithfully; effortlessly.  His love for his family was evident, not just through his words, but by his presence in their lives.  He came across as comfortable with himself; sure of himself without a trace of conceit.

He probably had no idea that I thought of him in this way.  I certainly didn’t tell him.  That I will regret.  That opportunity, I will never get back.  He was one of the men in my life that I drew inspiration from because of his calming disposition.  I know he’s numbered among the many men in my life that I’ve drawn similar inspiration from.  Those that possessed qualities that I wanted to incorporate into my own essence.  A personal curation of how to be a man; a human.  To that, I am eternally grateful.

Rest easy my friend.  You have done much here for so many.  You have achieved an immortality through the influence you have had on the lives of others; your wife and three boys. That influence lives on and can never be taken away from those who loved you; those who counted you as a friend.

 

You Give Songs A Bad Name

There are days where the common ground between parent and child becomes alarmingly small. Today was one of them for me. Billy Joel is in concert tonight in Phoenix. Shani and I had discussed catching his show a few months ago, but we had decided it wasn’t that high of a priority for us at the time. We decided to check closer to the show and see if our minds would change.

This morning, we were in the car with “S” and the subject of tonight’s show came up. Shani asked if I wanted to go. She also asked “S”. The kid’s response was unequivocally a no. Of course, we pushed and asked her why she wasn’t interested. Her answer was as funny as it was disheartening to her middle aged parents:

“I only like one of his songs…You Give Love A Bad Name.”

After a hearty laugh, I pointed out to the child that Bon Jovi sings that, not Billy Joel. A touch embarrassed, she did point out that both have the initials BJ. The humor took a little sting off the reminder of the generation gap between father and daughter.

We didn’t go to the concert. Revenge was served a few hours later when we played Billy Joel songs throughout dinner.

Rob’s Rules – Glitter, Sand and Shredded Lettuce

Yesterday at work, a coworker of mine decided to have a little fun with me. Apparently, messing with her own spouse has grown boring or perhaps is no longer a challenge. Either way, yesterday I was the chosen target for her nefarious acts.

This coworker knows that I have a few rules that tend to be conducive to my happiness. She brazenly violated the sanctity of one of these righteous regulations. She immediately handed me a get well card to sign for a member of our department. The card was covered with…glitter. Before I realized what was going on, the glitter was on my hands, on my desk and on my clothes. My visceral panicked reaction that I am all to familiar with kicked in. You see, glitter never leaves an environment it’s been introduced into. Much like Asian Carp.

The next 15 minutes saw me scouring my immediate surroundings, foolishly trying to identify every miniscule piece of shiny hell and eradicating it from the face of the earth. I am never successful. Vengeance will be mine Dryer…vengeance will be mine.

All of this leads perfectly to outlining the basic rules that guide me through this crazy life. Enjoy!

  1. You must be over the age of 50 to pull off a stand alone mustache. There are some notable exceptions (e.g. firefighters, relief pitchers and actors in a particular film genre).
  2. You must be over the age of 50 to go by Bob. Bob is my uncle.
  3. Parents should never let their children outnumber them. If they must go down that road, they should never have more children than they have total hands. If parents insist on tempting fate and have more children, I encourage them to rank their children BEFORE an emergency forces them to make a split second decision as to which child(ren) will be left behind. You don’t want to save the wrong children just because you didn’t put a little forethought into the decision.
  4. Dishes must be loaded into the dishwasher in a precise and orderly manner. A simple schematic should go a long way towards preventing harrowing situations of inefficient and ineffective dish placement.
  5. The following substances should be controlled by the Federal government, similar to dangerous drugs:

– Glitter. As mentioned above, once introduced to an environment it will never leave. I could tell you about the Great Glitter Mirror Disaster of 2011 or the Glitter Witch Halloween Costume Fiasco of 2013, but maybe we should save that for a later post.

– Sand. For the same reason as glitter. Nasty stuff. Great to look at on the beach, but much better in theory than application. Cat litter also falls into this category.

– Shredded Lettuce. For the same reason as glitter and sand. Seriously, what is wrong with leaf lettuce? I can easily remove leaf lettuce from my hamburger if necessary. Put shredded lettuce on my burger, and I spend 20 minutes meticulously removing each tiny piece of minced dirt leaves from my otherwise perfect sandwich. By the time it is safe to eat, the burger is cold. We won’t even talk about how shredded lettuce ends up in my bean and cheese burrito, hidden from sight until its nutritionless essence defiles my mouth. I am talking about you Taco Bell. Seriously, do not put the shredded lettuce bin next to the shredded cheese bin.

– Carpet. For a related reason to glitter, sand and shredded lettuce. You see, carpet is clean for one day. The day it is installed in your home. Introduce glitter to carpet and you lose. You might as well give up and move at that point.

There are of course lesser rules that I didn’t include. Perhaps we’ll explore those at a later date. Until then, I encourage you to consider adopting these simple mantras into your own lives. Even better, what are your standing rules?  I’d love to hear about yours so leave a comment!

A Curated Introduction

Thanks for joining me!  My name is Rob Bell and I’ll be your host through these ramblings.  I live in Phoenix, Arizona with my beautiful wife Shani and capricious daughter “S”.  I am a truly fortunate human and fully appreciate the people in my life who have helped me become the man I am today.

This blog will explore my journey in becoming that man; how I got here and where I’m going.  The topics will vary, but you can guarantee I’ll be writing a lot about the big deals in my life; being a husband, father and a man at odds with the condition of toxic masculinity (you notice the distinction of toxicity.  I am unapologetic for being masculine).  By my nature, I am a positive and optimistic human being and that will be reflected in the words to follow.  It’s not that I don’t struggle with negativity, because I do.  But when I do discuss my challenges, it will be constructive and full of the perspective of my better angels.

Of course, I am more complex than simply falling into a simple categorization of being a husband and father.  And masculinity of course is not mutually exclusive to either of the former experiences.  I have many hobbies that bring my life pleasure, amusement and enrichment.  I will surely write much about those.  I do my best to think critically and take seriously my life long journey in learning.  It is, after all, much of what has brought me to where I am today.  I also use humor in my writing.  Sometimes it is completely unintentional while at other times it is warmly calculated.  Trust me when I say this humor is wholly reflective of who I am.

So I welcome you into my little slice of the human experience.  I hope you find it enlightening, entertaining, informative, or any thing else other than infinitely boring.  If you like where I’m going, tell your friends (if you do find it infinitely boring, tell your enemies to follow along).  Follow me on Facebook and subscribe to the blog.  Let me know you’re here.  Share along with me if you so desire!  I promise to keep writing as long as you’re reading.  Who am I kidding…I also promise to keep writing even if you have deemed me unworthy of your time.

P.S. If you want to read more in detail about the travel experiences of the Bell family, check out our travel blog at http://www.havewifewilltravel.wordpress.com.

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

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