Hello is still alright.
Thom Brannan here. Snell and I have turned in our next project, as well as finalized an in-between thing, as well as started plotting another in the in-between, and all that reminded me that I hadn't finished up this series of blog entries about collaboration and how it’s been for me. I've talked about making music with Dave Green, sharing Interwebz space with a like-minded soul (Rob Pegler) and penning cross-genre extravaganzas with D.L. Snell. Now, I want to talk about the most important collaboration of all.
I am a Daddy.
From the very start, I doubted myself. Me? A father? As the norm, I'd... not hated kids, but it took some doing for me to warm up to them. And it wasn't the kids (most of them) it was me, remembering what a shit I was at that age, whatever age it was. Because I was a shit. Then The Boy came to live with me, and all of a sudden, I was wearing Daddy Pants. Some parts were easy, some parts not so much. But I'm making it through.
Credit where credit is due: if it were just me doing this, I would have failed miserably. Fortunately, my teammate and collaborator Kitty kept me on the right path. She helped me see kids as miniature people, which is what they are, really. Even at the smallest, they have wants and needs and feelings they can't articulate, and it's up to you to figure out what's wrong now.
As The Boy gets older, it's getting easier to understand him. Yes, 14 was quite a long time ago for me, but it's not losts in the mists of antiquity, thank you very much. He does some things that drive me quite batty, but that's normal. He also does things that make me proud, fit to bust... which is also normal. He's in the feeling out process, growing into himself, and all I can do at this point is probe and prod and occasionally smack him onto the Golden Path. (Not that Golden Path, sci-fi fans.)
The Little One is proving to be a constant source of wonder and terror. I'm not sure if I can adequately articulate any of this; my time is about evenly divided between watching her grow and toddle and run and laugh, and then keeping her from killing herself, one of the dogs, or catching the house on fire.
I'm just glad I have someone on my side who knows what the hell she's doing. Thank you, Kitty. You're my Glinda the Good, showing me I had the Daddy-Hat to wear all along. And you're my Yoda, showing me the path. You're also my Q, giving me the tools I need. And more!
And that's it for this series of blogs. I've said all I'm going to, and I hope the few reading were able to take away something useful. Now that I think about it, all four of these could probably be boiled down to:
PLAY WELL WITH OTHERS.
See that? I'm trying to get this across to the kids, too. And the dogs. It's worked well for me, for fun and profit, and now through the most important journey of parenthood. So, yeah. I'm going to split before I get maudlin.
Until next time!
Until next time!