Parenting is a Journey
An Adventure of Discovery Not Only of our Children But of Ourselves as Well
With Thanksgiving bearing down on us, it’s a legal requirement for columnists to write about why they’re thankful in November. And, if nothing else, I’m a traditionalist. Plus, I’m out of other ideas.
I’m thankful my daughter got her braces off this year. Her teeth look great. And, now that they’re off, I’m thankful my bank account looks better, too.
Of course, her little sister will also need them within the next few years. I’ll wait to be unthankful for that.
I’m thankful all my kids got good grades. One might even graduate from college soon, which means she’ll hopefully be qualified to go get a high-paying job and start supporting me. Which is why people have kids to begin with.
I’m thankful none of my kids watch reality television which, as you know, has nothing to do with reality. Though one pays attention to politics, which has become a lot like reality television.
I’m thankful two of my daughters play softball, which gets them away from video games and their phones for at least a few hours a week. Each season, they always go to their first practice and ask what all that scattered green stuff is. I explain that it’s grass.
I’m thankful my youngest likes going to church. While I’m not a churchgoer, she enjoys it, and it keeps her from wanting my attention when I’m supposed to be watching football on Sunday mornings.
I’m thankful my 9-year-old still likes to hold her dad’s hand in public, and still runs to me when she sees me for the first time in a while. I’m also thankful my 15-year-old still calls me “daddy.” I’m even thankful at her being happy because some guy asked her to the homecoming dance. Though he’d better not try anything that would make her father unthankful.
I’m thankful my oldest daughter has been so selfless, and done so much for me, this past year when I had health problems. She basically stepped in and managed my health insurance issues without my even asking. Which is good, since I don’t understand health insurance.
No, really. I don’t. Not in the slightest.
I’m thankful one of my daughters loves Alan Rickman and responds enthusiastically to Hans Gruber references. I’m also thankful at least one of my kids loves “Star Wars” movies and likes to swing one of her plastic toy lightsabers at boys.
I’m thankful my 15-year-old wants to get a job. Which means I’ll be even more hankful when I don’t have to hand her money every time she walks out the door.
I’m thankful my 9-year-old has insane fashion sense and isn’t afraid of looking like a walking explosion of Technicolor. No, really, I am.
It’s a great sign that she’ll end up being a leader and a real individual who walks to her own beat. Plus, I really enjoy laughing at what she’s wearing.
I’m thankful all my kids love Disneyland and Santa Cruz. Of course, they weren’t given a choice.
I’m thankful my two 15-year-olds in high school are already thinking about preparing to go to a good college. Though one of them needs to scale back the worry a bit. I mean, I didn’t worry about college when I was a sophomore, and look at me: 50 years old and only two classes away from getting my degree ...
What I’m really thankful for this year is having four wonderful daughters to be thankful for.
Tony Hicks is a newswpaper columnist and the father of four daughters.