Well, The Daughter made 20 the other day, and since I'm really only about 25 in my head, I guess that implies that I was, like, 5, when she was born. That's kinda creepy.
She's been up in Iowa at school where she's apparenly kept pretty busy and is hopefully studying a lot in-between training and partying and sleeping. As far as I can tell, she's having a pretty good time. I shipped her some stuff for her b-day, and will have some more to send up shortly, including a new pair of riding shorts and some riding gloves. I wonder if she's been using that old bike to get to campus, but I'm guessing she's walking most of the time. I keep AIM up on my desktop most of the time, and it's nice to get her away messages if she's not there. Between that and the Pentacrest Webcam, and the weather channel site, it keeps me feeling kind of connected. Here's The Daughter's AIM away message today:
"chem lab chem disc, gym, anatomy, gym, books, dinner with Nic, SLEEP"
I always kind of liked chem lab, I have no clue what "chem disc" is, and who is Nic???
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Heh heh heh... even as us daughters age, fathers still fret about boys in our life. ;) Last year, a guy friend came to visit and had called me when he arrived in town for directions to my house. As we were out all night, my father checked the Caller ID and called his cellphone... demanding to know where his daughter was! >:( At 23, that was a little... overreaching. ;)
The one thing about parenthood that I never expected has always been the fear! You can't imagine what it is like until it happens to you. For example, I never had a fear of heights at all when I was younger. As a child I would climb to the tops of trees and sit there in the branches swaying in the breeze. Later, I did construction work with my father, climbing shaky scaffolding, nailing roofing, running around on joists. But the first time my daughter ran over to a balcony railing that all changed and even now I get a little wave of fear when I am on the edge of a roof or balcony.
:) Yeah, I'm sure that I'll get the same way, myself. I can be quite protective of my friends, as it is. ;)
My father is ridiculously paranoid. It's rather extreme. He cared, underneath his unemotional exterior, but he didn't have much realism about many of his fears. Nonetheless, he can't be wholly faulted; parenthood just brings out the protectiveness, as I've learned growing up. :) I doubt that I will become a paranoid parent like my father; I'm quite low-key as it is and quite the realist, but I'll not take my own word it until I become a parent. ;)
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