It is ridiculous to think I can revive this blog. I tried that months ago, didn’t I?, and the great revival puttered along for maybe three posts before once again dropping dead.
It’s not that I’m lazy — honest! In fact, it’s because I’m too damn busy. I’ve got my day job, I’ve got a couple of side jobs, I’ve got kids who can’t find their pajamas. Something had to fall off the table, and I decided that X-Dad was the least important of the many items I was trying to juggle.
But, dammit. I recently finished Michael Lewis’s new book, Home Game, about the births of his three children. And in there he talks about how quickly memories fade — particularly memories of one’s children. Holy smokes is that ever true. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that my second child, Peanut, was born walking and talking. I barely remember her as an infant. I’ve got stronger memories of Sonny, since he was the first, but even these have faded and will continue to fade.
I was re-reading some of my writing about my kids, here and elsewhere, and I thought, I have to keep this going. I never should have stopped: It’s as much a responsibility as my day job or my side jobs or trying to figure out what happened to my kids’ pajamas. So much has happened to Sonny even in the last few months. If I don’t write about it, all these events and memories will soon condense down to a vague, illegible smear.
Unfortunately, I’ve chosen a really bad time to start this up again. One of my side jobs is taking up a lot of my free time, plus I’m about to leave for a brief vacation. Frankly, I’m not crazy about the odds of this blog making it in the long term. But, well, what can we do but try, right? So welcome back to the revived X-Dad. Enjoy it while it lasts.
