I’m modifying a theory from a show that I love, How I Met Your Mother. They had an episode about Graduation Goggles, and it was that nostalgic feeling you get when a timeframe or relationship or friendship ends.
Even if that time was miserable.
Mine, is not about a relationship, it’s about Finnegan.
Since I spend 99.3% of my time at home, I get to see all of the things he does, and I’m watching him grow day by day.
Let me be clear.
Finn, is the last of his kind. He is the last child I shall ever have. (Knocks on all the wood in the western United States).
Last October, I had a vasectomy. Both my wife and I knew that together, we wanted one kid. After we found out Finn was indeed a boy, and he was the only one making waves up in that uterus, we came to an agreement.
I would get the Vasectomy.
I kept calling it the The ol snippy snip ice pack on the junk. The name never caught on. Couldn’t convince the doctor to rename the procedure.
My wife offered to get the IUD but I didn’t want her to go through that, even though it only took a few minutes and was not all that invasive.
The day of, I was a little worried. I had read some stuff and was worried.
However, it wasn’t bad. The procedure.
The Doctor, tolerable. He insisted that he listen to the Yankees game while the procedure went on. I, for the most part, didn’t care. I’m not a baseball fan. It was the mini celebrations while I was on display in his mini operating room that bothered me, and the fact that it took him a lot longer than expected to really numb me up.
That’s what bothered me.
Fast forward a year.
We, if you’ve been following, have 5 kids. I’ve seen it all. Like, all of it. Anything you can imagine, our kids have done it.
But, for some reason, it’s a little different right now. When Finn does something for the first time, I also realize it’s the last time I’ll see a first from my children. I mean there are still firsts, but it’s just that I’m watching all of the last firsts now, for the last time.
I’m not sure that makes sense, but you know what I’m trying to say. In some ways, it makes me really happy. In a lot of ways, I get sad about it.
Even as I typed this post, he sat on my lap and didn’t move, which is highly uncharacteristic of him. He’s usually moving all the time. Another first, but also the last.
Lord knows I don’t want any more kids. I’m enjoying the ones I have. I’m looking forward to watching them grow. Become good kind hearted humans. Watch one of them take over corporations, or the other get lost in the rain forest over some tree saving cause, one go into the Air Force, and the other become a singer…as she hopes and I hope for her.
But for Finn, I’m just hanging onto these firsts because they are the last firsts.
Next week I’ll pick up with the posts I was going to post this week, but was derailed by lice.
Next week’s posts:
Monday – Death Becomes Him
Thursday – Normal.
Also, I’m going to do a giveaway. But, it’s next week. Here’s what you have to do next week:
- Follow the blog
- Like a blog post
- Comment on the blog
Anyone that follows or likes a post here on my blog, is automatically entered for one of three giveaways. It will be something I make from my woodworking shop.
Also, to the also:
If you are into sports, I have my NFL Sports blog up. Blah Blah Blah Sports.