Sentimental Dad

I have felt really sentimental lately. Looking back on my long 27 years of life and seeing where I have gone in my short time on planet earth. For the last couple of weeks I have been taken back to my childhood for two reasons: county fairs and trains.

My mother always wants the same thing for Christmas, it does not cost us a thing and means the world to her. All she asks for is a weekend together with my sister, Hot Mama, and the Kid. She pays for everything, which makes this present really easy to give. This year she wanted to go back to her hometown and go to the county fair. This fair is not your average fair with a carnival. No, the carnival at this fair is a hometown carnival with no scary carnies what-so-ever. As a kid, my family would always go up to see her family during this weekend. Everyone loved the carnival and it was a great way for the aunts and uncles to spoil their nieces and nephews.

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Having grown up on going to this carnival it took me back to my childhood. Hot Mama probably saw a side of me that she probably has never seen. The side of me that lets loose and have fun, not to mention ride some wild rides. I was reminded of all the times I almost puked on the Tilt-A-Whirl (again almost did this year) and riding the ferris wheel (dreaming one day of riding it with a special someone, that dream came true this year). I was very thankful to share this with my city wife who has never been to the sticks (my grandparents live 20 miles in the country… I think the best way to convey this would be a Google Map however I am sure somewhere a psycho killer is reading my blog). This is something that I want to pass on to my son and Hot Mama and I discussed making this an annual affair which who could say no to being a child once a year (once? try many).

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Now, trains, is something that I have always had a fascination with. Growing up, there is something that boys just flock to them. I do not know what it is maybe Thomas the Tank Engine has broken down our feeble little minds using their great marketing scheme. Sharing what I loved as a kid though with my son is pure enjoyment for me. Even though we only have a track that is an oval, the Kid and I, can sit there and run the trains around it for hours. Time well spent with my son, my future.

What father would not enjoy the time he spends with his son bringing back his own childhood. It is one of the great things about parenting, the inner child that you get to bring out. It is something that everyday I love getting to do with the Kid, and something I will always remember.

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I am husband and father foremost. Secondly, I am a PBS producer and contribute to Traveling Dads and Dads Round Table.

Posted on August 9, 2012, in Fatherhood and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. We make it a point to get to my parents house at least four times a year. I want to show the boys how I lived. It’s important for me to show them small town life, a life pretty much opposite from what we have now. Gets me sentimental every time.

  2. Great post! I have also been thinking about where I have been and where I would like to be in life. Keep up the great posts! Oh yeah, you always have great photos.

    • Thanks! The photos is something I’ve been really struggling with lately. I know people like them but I feel myself gravitating more towards the video now that he is doing fun things that pictures can’t describe sometimes.

      I really need to get back into it.

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  4. okkk sir . good luck & i’m sorry

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