From The Top Rope

22 Apr

hen you have a blog titled “DorkDaddy” you have some obligation to the greater public to accurately represent the experience of fatherhood and it’s more subtle nuances. I will tell you this, fatherood is a very complex role – virtually impossible to define in total, especially to people who aren’t fathers themselves. The best you can hope to do is open a window and let the outsiders peak in here and there. Even mothers, who usually have ringside seats to the fatherhood game, can’t fully appreciate what it is we do (nor can we fully appreciate what they do). Outsiders looking in can never understand fatherhood in its entirety, but if you get enough pieces of the puzzle together an image begins to form and you can begin to understand. I would like to provide one of those puzzle pieces for you.

For those of you without children, who enjoy leasurely sleeping in on Sunday morning, or for those of you who do have kids but don’t have the pleasure of two mini munchkins jumping in your bed before the sun rises, you should know that fatherhood presents certain unique challenges on Sunday morning. You see, where motherhood is all about being soft, and supportive, and lovey… the role of “rough-houser” falls squarely in Dad’s camp.

If you enjoyed a nice, peaceful cup of coffee this Sunday morning, if you were able to wake up when your body told you you were rested, if you aren’t currently experiencing any bruised ribs, detatched corneas, seperated shoulders or herneated spleens, let me give you a glimpse into the typical Sunday morning of the average American dad. Picture this: It’s dark. Your eyelids are still glued shut from the eye boogies. You’re warm under your blankets. Suddenly the door explodes open and before you can react you’re double-teamed by your 3-year-old and 6-year-old in a sneak attack that would put SEAL Team 6 to shame. I struggled to put together just the right collection of images to effectively communicate this quintessential fatherhood moment to the uninitiated. I think I’ve found just the right tone. Enjoy, and happy Sunday.

The title says it all.

I love being a dad.

-Dork Dad

3 Responses to “From The Top Rope”

  1. Ande April 22, 2012 at 11:26 am #

    I think the Bane picture says it all. Now, I’m going to go crawl back into bed and assume the fetal position till my children are all 40.

    • dorkdad April 22, 2012 at 12:51 pm #

      At which point you should have a grandkid or two. Good luck with that.

  2. Kjysten April 22, 2012 at 6:01 pm #

    Hate to tell you, Sam, but girls do that to their Mommies, too. Couple that with the smell of wet diapers or nightgowns and a plaintive, “I hungwry,” and you’ve got it all. Isn’t it wonderful? :>

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