The trickiest zen on the menu

I wanted to take a moment to point out Pops’ domain, 2 Hour Lunch. I discovered his site at some point during the TypePad beta testing process, and he’s become one of my favorite reads. He’s got a wonderful writing voice, and it’s not at all uncommon for his posts to elicit grins or laughter.

Here’s a wonderful bit from this past week, taken from \”Creepy? Check! Kooky? Check!:

Kids?

Kids are a dump truck full o’ work.

Mr. Man is lively, academically gifted, and a first class nerd. He is endlessly curious and self-motivated. He’s a remarkable conversationalist if you’re over 30. Under 30 – you suspect he’s a midget. Testing has shown that Mr. Man has the reasoning and logic skills of some one 10 years older.

His school has called several times to say, “He has no social skills.” and I respond, “Well, no need for a paternity test then, is there?!?”

Silence ensues.

Mr. Man needed surgery when he was 18 months old. He’s been so sick we never thought he would ever get better again. Just by the mere fact that he is a new human being in this world, he has found no end of ways to scare the living shit out of us.

We knew that would happen.

We just didn’t know when or how.

Parenting is amazing. Parenting is torture. Parenting is like like any intense relationship you’ve ever had in your life. It drives away your future expectations and makes you live very much in the moment.

It’s the trickiest zen on the menu.

The two of us see all of it as a grand adventure sorta like the Jungle Boat Ride. We take turns making bad jokes and Mr. Man is the foreign tourist who doesn’t understand a word of it.

And every day we get out of bed and go forward from there.

Stop by and say hi.