In my previous post I mentioned my sudden confidence in doing basic handyman stuff. It continues. Yesterday I de-installed our satellite dishes, and mounted hooks on our storage shed's wall for our new extension ladder (which I bought so I could de-install our satellite dishes). Again, nothing that requires a plaque from the BBB, but big deals for me, who used to break out in cold sweats when attempting to drill even the smallest holes into our house.
While mowing the lawn after finishing the above tasks, I had an epiphany: "Father's do the things I've done today." Father's mow lawns. Father's climb high on extension ladders to work with tools. Father's use power drills like a third hand. Of course, any adult can do these things, females and the childless, too. But I remember as a kid, Dads were the ones who did these things, and because of these amazing things they could do, I think boys tend to look at them with a little bit of awe.
And I'm becoming that guy. At least I think so. It's so weird! How did this happen? Does being a father actual make you better a using power tools? Or is it some mystical relation to Father's Day? The closer the day is, the better father's become at climbing up ladders. Or is it simply three years of home-ownership catching up with me? I guess I had to learn sometime.
I don't know what the causes of my new skill set are. I just know that I love being a father (right now Caleb's trying to mash the keyboard buttons). And I take pride in providing for my family. I hope Caleb one day looks up to me in the same way I looked up to my Dad.
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