An important asterisk on gender and sexual orientation
I’m a straight cisgendered man. And my life experiences are those of a straight, cis man. Statistically speaking, you will probably be a straight, cis man. But, if you’re not, please don’t throw my advice out with the bathwater. (As an aside, your mother decided it was time to start potty training when you stood up and pissed in your own bathwater while laughing like a maniac.)
I might use the wrong gender or pronouns or talk about you loving people of the wrong sex. I’m trying to use gender-neutral pronouns to make this advice relevant no matter how you mature, but I’ll miss some, I promise.
Know this: I don’t care how you identify or who you love, I’ll always love you. Right now you’re two, so we have no idea how those things will shake out. Just please remember that any mistakes are innocent and not intended to injure.
I love you,
Dad
I originally planned to finish this series in twelve months, intending to write one entry a week for 52 weeks. But, other things came up and I didn’t have as much time as I thought I would. We moved, you started a new school, I had other projects, etc. But finally, I’m starting my last entry in September, nine months after I’d planned. Which is the perfect intro to this one.
Time is funny like that. It marches on like a metronome, indifferent to how much you wish it would slow down or speed up. It offers no do-overs, no matter how frivolously you spend it. And it gives zero fucks what you planned to accomplish in the time you had. Once that time is over, you’ll get no more. But, it also stretches out ahead of you into an unknown future, offering untold possibility and infinite choices.
Which is why I hope you both learn to make choices about how you spend your time and understand what those choices mean. Because while there’s never enough time for everything, there’s still enough time to do almost anything.