When I realized I’m ‘just’ a dad
I remember reading an interview (which I can’t find for the life of me) a long time ago with Guy Kawasaki, one of Apple’s original evangelists (in the marketing sense). The interviewer asked him to tell the audience a little about himself. I was expecting some bloated answer about Silicon Valley entrepreneur extraordinaire, blah, blah, blah, but his answer was short and shocking.
“I’m a dad,” Kawasaki said.
End of sentence.
I was reflecting on this the other day. I’m in a season where I’m trying like crazy to answer my vocational calling in midlife (or, maybe, slightly pre-midlife). I feel like I’ve wasted some time (give or take a decade or so) and have all these lofty plans and schemes and goals to catch up and ‘make my mark’ (whatever that means) in the short amount of time I have left.
(Listen to that… Me, me, me.)
Anyhow, I was reciting these things to myself the other day when one thought led to another and then another (as they do) and I eventually found myself thinking about how my daughter is doing in school and her upcoming play date and how I wonder if she’ll remember to bring home her water bottle today and…
After all these lofty goals and expectations I have for myself and ego ideals I strive to match up to...
I’m just a dad.
Now, that’s a big JUST. It’s, like, everything. Maybe I should put quotes around it…
I’m ‘just’ a dad.
(There, that’s better.)
I wrote the other day about how many past lives we have. As I reflect on the concept now, I realize there were really only two lives: Pre-kiddo and post.
No matter what kinds of awesome things I may think I’m up to for my own sake, truth be told that all of it boils down to one thing.