P.C. Shannon

The fact that I’m having a son is slowly starting to sink in. I’m trying to figure out how to brush up on my sports skills. Not that I’ve ever been terribly athletic, or that my boy will be playing any time soon, but it’s an important job for a dad.

It’s not the only one, of course. Over the holidays, I heard Judd Apatow reviewing DVDs on NPR. One of them was a documentary about a cinematographer made by the man’s son. Apatow said that one of the best parts of the DVD wasn’t even in the film itself. It was an extra about the filmmaker showing the work to his father and finally getting the old man’s approval, which in Apatow’s estimation the guy had probably been striving for all his life. It really drove home to me—as though it needed emphasizing—the importance and uniqueness of the relationship between father and son.

I’ve started that, too. I’ve been talking to the stinker a bit, and the other day I felt him kick (or perhaps punch). That was pretty cool.

Tags: baby, fatherhood, Life

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