Judgment, Paranoia and Other Families

by The Daddy on December 6, 2010

We took the Knob to Gymboree the other day, and had a super fun time. It was a legitimate, good-natured, enjoyable experience, and forced us to interact with other parents and their kids.

Now, I’m personally a guy that tends to overthink absolutely everything, and I’m constantly sizing up other parents, kids, people on the street and certain domestic animals. Not so much a direct judgment in the case of other parents, but more a way to discern how we are parenting our offspring. Tricks, tip, hints and secret cheat codes are all sought in the efforts to make my skills as a parent even better. I’m the last one to say I’ve got the situation worked out perfectly, and every day I find myself realizing how right my parents were about certain things, much to my chagrin.

In addition, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t also looking for signs that we might be doing something “right” that other parents haven’t figured out yet. Kind of a disturbing parenting marathon, where we’re constantly seeing where we are in contention for awarded medals. It isn’t a competition, but I figure the better we can raise the Knob, the better his chances are to becoming a civilized, functioning member of society. My gut feeling is that we’re all doing this as new parents, even if we claim otherwise to our everyone else.

{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

TechyDad December 6, 2010 at 5:48 pm

“Secret cheat codes?” So Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, A, B does something cool with kids?


The Daddy December 6, 2010 at 6:53 pm

So close! It’s actually Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, not A, B!

And yes, as I understand it, if you use the Konami Code, you get 30 more chances to not screw your kid up. If you’ve got two kids, you have to enter “Select” at the end, right before “Start”. Great reference! Contra FTW!


TechyDad December 6, 2010 at 7:23 pm

I always get that wrong. Maybe that’s why my son won’t listen to me! As far as not screwing him up… he’s got my genes. That means he’s doomed.


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