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October 5, 2012

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With Baby Clark's birth so near, today seemed like as good a day as any to give a quick update on life, as opposed to the book reviews I've lately been posting.

I suppose this is true of any couple, but Gwyn and I have spent much time preparing for our Son's arrival. We obviously have a name picked out but we didn't do a big announcement - at least until he actually comes into the world. I don't much believe in Karma but better not to take any chances. One of the more interesting aspects of our preparations (besides nearly weekly trips to Babies "R" Us) has been coordinating travel plans with our respective families. Gwyn's family has plans to depart from Indianapolis, while my family will make the trek from Southwest Oklahoma. Given that the baby is not nearly so interested in advance planning as we are, coordinating things has been quite the feat. We've more or less accepted the fact that it's entirely possible no one will be here when he's born, except for me and Gwyn - unless, of course, the stars align, itineraries converge, and Baby Fodder proves to be every bit the Type-A planner his father is. And really, no one would wish that on him at all. 

On my afternoon bike rides, I find my mind wandering more and more toward the type of world our Baby Boy will soon enter. As an erstwhile political junkie, given that we are in the midst of the Presidential Election, it's impossible not to think about the type of country my Son will grow up in. By any fair measure, the political/economic/social state of our union is at a crucial juncture. With my generation facing massive debt, fewer financial opportunities than the generation before us, and a stagnant political system that has offered no solutions, I am convinced that this election will have tremendous ramifications for our Nation going forward. And as a partisan, I'm also quite convinced that the Nation needs a new vision other than the one offered by the current Administration. Naturally, I was quite pleased with Gov. Romney's performance during the first debate on Wednesday. I think the AP Photo here, more or less sums up the feelings of both sides following the 90 minute skirmish.

But setting aside partisanship for a moment, it's interesting for me to think about this election in terms of how it will affect my very near-future offspring. I've heard politicians and wannabe politicians clamor for years and years about how elections are all about the kind of future we want to leave for our children. More often than not, I wrote off the remark as that of an older generation trying to kiss up to a younger generation. Maybe a lame attempt to keep granny out of the home for a couple of years, who knows? But as a soon-to-be Father, I find myself asking, "Who would run our ship of state better? Who can I trust to steer us in a direction that will allow my Son to have opportunities that I could not, say 18 - 20 years from now?" Having never really done it before, it's a strange thing to think with the mind of a parent. 

And of course, I've had many thoughts about the greater world - mostly at night while having a cigar on the porch. Overseas, the war drums beat, though perhaps not quite so loudly, between Israel and Iran. The world watches to see what position, if any, the U.S. will take. Meanwhile, the American embassy in Lybia burns and our FBI teams have only just entered the country, some three weeks after the assassination of our Ambassador by terrorists. The latest question to arise over the incident this week is whether our government actually ordered a cover-up of the whole thing.   

To be sure, our Son will be born during a critical hour in history. As a captive of my moment, I would like to think that these challenges are unique but if I give my parents' generation and my grandparents' generation any credit, it's clear that each has faced its own critical moments. But as a future parent, the status quo simply isn't acceptable to me. I actually want my Son to grow up in a peaceful world. Strange, isn't it? I'd like him to travel and explore other cultures that are currently restricted by the tensions of world powers (e.g., Egypt, Venezuela, even Iran). Of course, there's actually a self-interested element in all of this as well - for all I know, my Son could pursue a career in the armed forces; he could command a fighter jet over the Pacific (although with his mother's eyesight, I highly doubt this). He might even join the special ops, and genuinely mean that he would have to kill me if he told me what he actually did. Suffice it to say, if I were a military parent, I'd rather my Son serve during a time of peace with his missions more akin to Johnny English than Jason Bourne

As a fall air gradually begins to blow across Tucson's alluvial plain, the only certainty I have of late is the blue, October sky above. As a would be parent, this leaves me extremely unsettled. So much is out of my control and I can't help but think that I know so little about life. And yet this little life, due in two weeks or so, needs me to help him make it make sense. 

And so I do the only thing I can: I pray that my Son might flourish, even in the desert of our age. 

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2 comments:

Lauren Hixson said...

I remember when we were preparing for my child's arrival, we were so excited for the first few months, buying stuff and funky baby clothes australia. As the days grew near, we become fearful with our own capabilities as parents. Y'know...the usual stuff that bothers first time parents if they can rear their child to be the best. But when the day finally arrived, everything was perfect and we knew from that moment on that we will try our best to be the best parents for our newborn son and leave to God's blessings the rest of the way.

Lydon taylor said...

It is not easy for all parents to give there kids a perfect start. Because due to lack of money or lack of time. If anyone wants to be a good parent then he has to take proper care of his kids such as giving right education, healthier flood, good clothing(steampunk clothing)to wear etc.

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