Dad remembers, too

As all Dads know, we are last to get our say. I remember feeling what the kids are feeling as we approach the school. I had a day similar to this when changing schools in the 6th grade. The transition took me from the more sheltered parochial school environment to the public elementary near my home. I was a shy kid to begin with and went to my first class with butterflies. Of course, everyone was already there and class had begun and, of course, the door (closed) was at the front of the room and, of course, upon entering, all activity stopped and all eyes were on me. The science teacher, Mr. Reed asked my name, said hello and told me to find a seat.


I uncomfortably scanned the room for a spot. An unexpected savior swooped in to help, a team-mate from Little League baseball. It never occured to me that they would be there. From the back of the room, I heard "Hey Devin, sit back here!". I smiled and threw them an "up" nod and did my best to say with body language, "Oh, hey guys. There you are... Yeah, I was just taking a second to check out the scene.".


Moments like these stick with you. I still remember the voice from the back (and who it belonged to), the class room, and the teacher. I am identifying now with what my kids are experiencing and feeling. And I know that a call from a friend or a smile can make a world of difference. I am happy for them. And happy to realize that part of being a "good" parent is remembering what it is like to be a kid.