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Home For The Holidays Right Or Wrong |
To admit being wrong is difficult for most men and my wife would
testify that I am no exception to the rule. But for the hopeful benefit
of unknowing fathers everywhere, I proclaim my wrongness for the common
good.
I figured taking our 16 month old daughter, Grace home for Christmas to
meet her extended family was going to be a difficult endeavor...I was
wrong. Comparatively
speaking, a homemade vasectomy, while pulling my own wisdom teeth would
have been a difficult endeavor, and probably as much fun.
I figured that even though my beautiful wife was 6 months pregnant
during the trip, she would be able to heft at least one bag. I was
wrong. She was chipper and bubbly and full of the Holiday Spirit but
sadly unable to lift anything heavier than a Starbuck's Grande Decaf
full-fat Vanilla Latte and a scone.
I thought that Grace would be miserable during the 4 and a half hour
flight from LA to Cleveland. I was wrong about that too. She was an
angel. Granted my wife sat next to her on both legs of the trip and was
forced to perform more tricks than Siegfried and
Roy during a Sunday matinee to keep Grace amused. I'm pleased to say, I enjoyed the show!
As for my wife's position on the whole ordeal...it was a good thing,
this trip back home to visit her mom and my mom. For Grace to meet and
get hugs from her Grandmothers on both sides. For my sister and my
wife's sister to meet their new niece and spoil her a bit. For Grace to
see snow and experience an arctic blast to her poor little kisser, even
if she won't remember any of it.
From my wife's highly emotional, advanced pregnancy state of mind, the
8 day trip was worth every penny. Even if we all are still fighting
colds we caught in OHIO!
As for me, I could say she's a childish, selfish romantic, hell-bent on
cramming Yuletide Cheer down her families throat at any cost...yeah I
could say it...but I'd be wrong.
Ted Lyde
Father Of Grace
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