I am sitting here on the couch. Relaxing after a hard day’s work. It has been a long week. I have changed bosses and moved offices and the adjustment has been difficult on me. I am sinking into my chair.
I am relaxing. As I sit in my easy chair waiting for the Kansas City Royals game to come on. I’m seeing a timeline and in and out points from editing video all day. I’m looking forward to watching this game even though I am not your typical Royals fan. I root for them only because I am from Kansas City.
I turn the TV. The game comes on. You can see the excitement that the fans from Kansas City had at the game, I am taking in the excitement. It is something residents of Kansas City haven’t seen in 29 years!
Out of the corner of my eye I see Mrs. Rookie Dad working on her homework and I see the Rookie pull out his Batman doll. I smile and sense a peaceful evening as I watch the game.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Kid raises his voice, and starts to make flying sounds. His voice gets even louder as he talks in his batman voice.
No Kids were harmed in the writing of this post.
Let’s forget that what I did was illegal. I could have been pulled over and given a ticket, however, I have figured out how to get out of a ticket. But, it was too damn cute to not get video of.
The Kid was in the backseat dancing. Dancing to the new radio station that the company I work for acquired. Something that all my colleagues would love to see. I had to turn around and get video as I drove.
The next day, I walk into work head upstairs and say hello to everyone hanging around the coffee maker. They ask me how my evening was and I whip out my phone and show them the video.
After the initial laughter of just how cute the Kid is, someone mentions that this is a video we will want to save and bring up at his graduation or to one of his prom dates to show off how he will be dancing later that night.
The phone rang. I was in a glass edit bay looking out a newsroom buzzing with activity. I had been out in a live truck all morning covering an overnight shooting in the Kansas City metro area.
It was Mrs. Rookie Dad. This is the 3rd time she has called me that day. I had been anticipating a phone call from her to tell me that it was time to go to the hospital for a few days now. The newsroom had been put on baby watch, knowing that at any moment I would have to leave.
But that morning, the calls from Mrs. Rookie Dad had been what I like to call the “nothing” phone call. A call that can wait until I come home to discuss. We were at the point in the pregnancy that I couldn’t just let the phone go to voice mail.
I picked up the phone and in my head I remember thinking, “Now what!” but on the other end of the phone before I could get out a hello, I heard:
“My water broke!”
Instantly, a feeling of guilt rushed over me as I stopped momentarily to think and regret what my thoughts were that morning. I realized that would be a memory I would never forget, the thought that went through my head when the Kid was born. That immediate regret turned into a smile and happiness though when the Kid was born at 2 A.M the next morning.
The moment that the Kid was born, my paid paternity leave started. It was only two weeks of paternity leave, more than what most new fathers get. Most get none. I was one of the lucky ones.
It was the most important part of the interview process. My work life balance.
It was something through the nearly 50 job interviews that I was a part of asked each and every time. The recruiter could see the ring on my finger. They would see my position with Dads Round Table on my resume and ask me about my family.
They would bring up how much of a commitment this job was. That there could be some long days even some weekend work. It wouldn’t be just a 9-5 job. But what job isn’t in our current culture.
I’m a blogger, damn it!
I do not say that with a face palm. I say this with a sense of revelation and pride. It took me close to 4 years to realize this. I sit here over 450 posts into The Rookie Dad and feeling like I am coming into my own as a blogger and a writer.
When I started The Rookie Dad, I was afraid to speak of it in public. Like the online persona would shield me from the ridicule and stigma that came with being known as a blogger, which at the time was still something many people didn’t quite understand. However, there was one night that my slight embarrassment of being a blogger changed.