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It's clear that many passionate writers try to outrant the author. Some succeed. But these replies are irrelevant. Here's why.
Rose writes that he was involved in raising the first set of children and is involved in raising the second. He also loves to play with his kids and to be with them. Several responders would be well served to reread Rose's article as a reminder that the man cares. But many writers seem to say that Rose's failing is that he doesn't literally enjoy every waking moment with his kids or appreciate every comment or every act.
Should Rose enjoy Barney Redux? What about Chutes & Ladders II: the New Batch?
Still, to be sure, parenting allows for wonder and joy. Singing to a baby can birth more delight in a parent than a child. Also, those first steps don't need to be recorded on video: parents will remember them. First t-ball game. First day of school. First date.
Of course, some extraordinary moments become etched in oft-told parents' "war stories." The vomit-plagued vacation. The toxic diaper. The literal cat bath.
And then there are the tedious "Big Fun" moments that, unfortunately, fill too many days. Scenario One: The second year of t-ball. It's cold. The port-a-potties haven't yet been placed. The game progresses at the rate of one hour per inning. Scenario Two: orthodontist's office. Another missing retainer. The trip to the office resulted in lots of yelling by the interested parties that nearly melted the plastic cup holders. In the office, sullen silence is accompanied by feigned study of National Geographic. Scenario Three: family at table eating supper. "How was your day?" Grunt. "What?" "Fine." "Yeah, fine. Geez, gimme a break." Sudden but not surprising appearance of an iPod.
No wonder parents cry at graduation.
