The Blogfathers

A week ago, Lilly (my almost-four-year-old) started her first day of school—well Pre-K. She’s been going to an in-home daycare since she was a baby, so we were concerned that she would have a very difficult adjustment. And she would no longer be spending everyday with her little sister—which posed additional concerns. Well, my little trooper not only made a seamless transition, but she’s been thriving. Lulu (my almost 2 year old) misses her big sis, but is doing well out of the big one’s shadow. And all this got me thinking that they will never be spending their days together again—except for summers, eventually. Lulu will always be tagging along two years behind Lilly, hopefully not having to wear too many hand-me-downs. For me, it is equally sad and exciting to be on the precipice of their entry into life.

It will be fun to see how stupid I’ve become as they seek help with their homework and daddy has to say, “Why don’t we Google that honey? It’s been a long time since daddy was in second grade.” And I’m sure my stupidity will metastasize to imbecilic proportions by the time the girls hit puberty and then delve deep into the dreaded teen experience. Certainly the technology du jour will be far beyond my reach and I will wax poetic to them about the good old days when humans would actually speak to each other instead of blinking electronic data encryption originating from a microchip embedded in their occipital lobe. I suppose I’ll just have to recline suspended in front of the wall-sized TV in the Media Hover Zone and hope that my girls occasionally yield to my request to go for a peaceful walk in the park with dear old dad. And my even more intrusive request for them to take that walk with their microchips set to sleep mode. Maybe we can even sit down and have a picnic.

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