Fourteen years ago when buck buck number one was born, I was a
new dad, excited about the opportunity to be a part of raising a
new life, filling her full of knowledge and sharing the wonders of
each and every day.
I would wake up with her before sunrise and sing her "Here Comes
the Sun." Hokey, I know.
We would greet every day the same way: "Hello day, we are happy
to see you, we can't wait for what you have in store for us
We never stopped talking and learning:"Hello Mr. Tree, hello Mr.
Duck, quack, quack. Daddy's shirt is blue. Mommy's hair is brown,
now it's red, now it's blonde." My goal was to share as much as
possible with her, whenever possible.
To this day, we walk together in the woods and talk about
everything we see. It's a father's dream.
That was kid number one, 14 years ago. Before I had a smartphone
Really, I blame it on my wife. When buck buck number two came
along, I was at home with him and feeling a little disconnected
from the world. She was already on Facebook (cuz' I married
younger!!) and convinced me that I should try it out. I noticed she
had more than 400 friends and I immediately set out to beat that
number - not that it's a competition or anything.
With number two, I didn't have a smartphone, but I did have
social media accounts and YouTube: "Look buddy there's a video of a
duck. Hey pal, daddy is now friends with a fireman, they drive fire
trucks, whoo whoo!! Look at my sunrise screen saver, pretty. Mommy
is at work, let's "poke" her. OK, enough learning, time for a
While he got the daily walk and a few chances to talk to the
trees, the singing was replaced with iTunes of the Beatles and we
would welcome the day with a Teletubbies video on my laptop while I
drank coffee. Still not so bad. He is turning out to be a good kid,
likes the Beatles and knows how to work a universal remote. SO much
better than the 4-year-old down the street that can spell his name
and speaks French!
Now there's buck buck number three. He doesn't stand a chance
against my iPhone, three blogs, Google analytics app, Twitter feed
and Facebook updates. I try to sing and share and all of that crap,
but every time I put in the effort, I get a new Twitter follower
(@paceofchicago btw), or someone likes my Facebook page (click here to do that
now), or a friend leaves a funny comment in one of the 20 groups
I'm in and before I know it he's left on the floor chewing on some
noisy toy that has been handed down to him from the first kid.
Buddy, I am sorry. Someday when I am dead and gone, I hope you
find this and realize that I am not a horrible dad. I love you very
much. It's all the phone's fault. I blame society, really it's the
economy and while we're at it, my Buzz feed and global warming also
play their parts in my crummy parenting.
I have seen a baby take its first steps, but a tweet from Will
Wheaton you don't want to miss! Classic!
I truly want to sing you a proper song when I am rocking you to
sleep, but the Lumineers do it better and my Klout score dropped
two points so I have to tweet!
We have plenty of trees for you to look at outside the window
while I am updating the status on my Facebook fan page. Again,
click here. Really. I need more fans and it will make
me seem more likeable to, um, other bloggers?
I get that you haven't had a diaper change in six hours, but Dr. Smith's
will take care of that red hiney so I have more time to come
up with a funny caption of the picture I took of your food all over
Yes son, for better or worse, you were born in the technological
era. I love you with all my heart and if you look at my status
updates and profile picture you will see how much.
David Wallach thinks SAHD sounds sad. He’s a D.A.D. A Dad All Day!
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