It has occurred to me that this is a useful place for those ideas that occur to you suddenly, wholly formed, but have no particular use or outlet. At least, they occur to me ... especially after a couple of glasses of wine.
Tonight, I suddenly thought of something that could be called "The Rule of Joseph," after St. Joseph. Yep, you know, Jesus' father -- or rather the guy who took on the father role for a couple of decades.
You know, he's not quoted in the Bible. At all. Not one word from the guy who had to take care of Jesus -- provide income, teach him a trade, be a Dad. Yeah, I know it was a different time, and frankly who could beat Mary in the Mom role, but still not one word?
My Dad pointed out one day, when I was still fairly young and it was still unusual to be on TV, that people often waved at the camera and said, "Hi, Mom!" It became a bit of a joke, it happened so often. I remember a pro football player noticing the camera, waving and mouthing the words, "Hi, mom," and my Dad asked, "Why don't they ever say, 'Hi, Dad?''
It did strike me as an interesting thought at the time, but it means ever so much more now. Now I'm Dad, to two girls, 6 and 2, and they're in a Mommy period. Me? I'm chopped liver.
It's the Rule of Joseph. It's my place. I have to be Dad: available, dependable, solid, stolid, and strong. They're not coming for me for long talks or soft hugs, but I have to be there. There's not a lot of payoff, especially not if you had some vision, say when you decided to get married, of how life was going to be.
You were probably in your twenties, when you're looking at options, and this marriage and kids option has begun to look like a good idea. Believe it or not girls, to guys that does seem a good idea at some point, and you are a big part of that vision. But what I'm getting at is this: As with everything, you don't really end up where you thought you would.
Perhaps that should be carved over the exit of the birthing center: You won't end up where you expect. At any rate, I digress, because it's not just where you end up; it's where you need to be.
As I enter the power dive down toward 50, I gotta' tell you twenty-somethings that no one is going to appreciate your efforts. You'll stay up late helping, you'll be the Dad you wish you had (or in my case, was lucky enough to have), you'll keep trying to do "the right thing" and that will keep you up at nights (when you desperately need sleep). And for that, your two-year-old will only want Mommy. It's your place. You're Joseph. You do everything you can, raise a family, and what will happen? Mary gets a cult. You get to help sell real estate...
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