Father to Son: On Being a Dad

I just checked my last blog entry and found I posted it in…January?  Really?

How time flies.  I suppose all my loyal and constant blog readers (Hi, Mom!) are wondering what I’ve been up to.  Well, say hello to my little friend.

Little Man Reed, just chillin'.

There’s a moment, or even several moments, in the process of having a child, when you feel like you are changed forever.  Be it when you look at the pregnancy test, and realize what it is saying.  Or when you go to the hospital for the first time.  When you sit in the darkened ultrasound room and see the tiny beating heart; you feel changed.  Maybe you are, and maybe you aren’t, but that’s how it feels.  And the second time changes you no less because you’ve done it before; I became a different person at that moment.  I was a Dad.  Again.

And this time, we learned, we were having a boy.

My wife tried, in vain, to get me to express a preference before we found out.  Would I rather have a boy?  Someone to carry on the Reed name?  Another girl?  Because the first one is pretty fantastic!  I had no preference.  Nature doesn’t really care what I want, so what did it matter?  The tiny beating heart was all I needed to see.

But seeing as we were blessed with a son, I started thinking, quite naturally, about what I would try to teach him, especially about things that matter.  And I started to think that someday, he might have a family of his own.  Someday, he might have kids of his own.  I started to think about what I knew about being a dad going into all this, and I started to think what I, through words, but mostly through example, might teach him about being a good husband, and a good father.  About being a Dad.

And what I came up with, scientifically tested, and boiled down to its most basic component, was this:

If you want to be a good dad, spend more time with your kids.  Not just because it’s fun and exciting and the most rewarding thing you’ll ever do in your life.  But also because it makes you a better person.

I sometimes think back on all my daughter has accomplished in the past 6 years: she learned to roll over, sit up, walk, run, jump, talk, eat using utensils (sometimes), tell jokes, be sarcastic, learned the names of all the planets, can explain that Pluto used to be a planet and now it isn’t, and can even express why she disagrees with that decision.

What have I managed to accomplish in the same time period?

I learned how to change diapers, and make beer.  Not bad, but hardly on the same level of accomplishments.

Being a dad has been, in short, amazing.

It has also been frustrating at times, albeit it more and more rarely with each passing year.  But I wonder, will the frustrations start again with our new baby?  Will I once again run up against gender stereotypes that typify mothers as having an inherent “mothering instinct,” while dads just bumble along and try not to kill anyone? 

Almost certainly.

This is a pretty typical understanding of how “fatherhood” works.  “A mother knows,” whereas a dad shouldn’t be left alone with a baby for too long.  He might not know what to do if something goes wrong.

Those who express this stereotype might have some ammunition to back it up, and this seems to be borne out within my own upbringing.  My father was not well known for changing diapers (in much the same way that fish are not well known for flying airplanes), so much as he was known for taking me up in bucket trucks, 40 or so feet above the ground.  And while I thought that was pretty awesome at the time, parenting should not be objectively judged by what some little kid thinks is awesome.

So, mothers know best.  I guess, deep inside, we already knew that.  And science has backed this up.

Researchers using functional MRIs have documented neural changes in the brains of mothers.  Other studies have found changes in certain hormone levels during pregnancy, childbirth, and breastfeeding contribute to a chemically-identifiable bonding between mother and infant.  At a biological level, science has been telling us, mothers have an instinct that fathers do not.  With fathers, parenting must be learned (and, by extension, taught, somehow, usually by the mother).

SCIENCE!!

But not so fast!  A more recent study took the shocking step of looking for similar patterns in fathers.  (Shocking!)  And not just any old “dad” off the street, but rather, the study looked at hormone levels and MRI imaging in fathers who took an active role in parenting and caring for an infant.  It even looked at same-sex couples (where, presumably, there was no one immediately present to “teach” this whole parenting thing, like we guys are supposed to need).

The results were clear and, well, shocking!  Parenting itself rewires the human brain.  Certain hormone levels were altered in the fathers in the study, while MRIs also found neural pathways in their brains were altered, all in patterns similar to the changes that have been found in mothers during pregnancy and childbirth. 

So, guys, you’re good!  Every baffled look, every clearly irresponsible decision (“What does he need a car seat for?  I’m not going to get in an accident!”), is now totally backed up by science as just part of your infallible paternal instinct!  My father knew exactly what he was doing!  He was helping me conquer my fear of heights!  By giving me one!

Not so fast.  Go back and read my description of the research study again.  They found these results in fathers who took an ACTIVE role in parenting.  In other words, this isn’t something you get just for being there, like a frequent flyer card.  This is something that develops in you through constant exposure, immersion, in the reality of parenting.

Now, I try not to make many Mad Men references, mostly because when other people do, I have no idea what they’re talking about, but picture this, the Old Normal:

Picture the successful professional, or the aspiring professional, or the hardworking man working his fingers to the bone to put food on the table.  His wife is at home, taking care of the kids, changing diapers, kissing boo-boos, cleaning the house, cooking breakfast, lunch, dinner, tucking the kids into bed.  And the kids, what do they see?  Mom, taking care of them, and Dad, coming home usually right around dinner time, some nights not until after bed time.  He would read the evening paper, a glass of bourbon in his hand if he happened to be Don Draper (he drinks, right?  Like I said, I never watched it), or munching on a handful of peanuts if he was my own father.  The kids would kiss him goodnight, and off to bed.  And the weekend would come, and Dad would take them on some grand, and sometimes vaguely dangerous, adventures.  Or, you know, just mowing the lawn:

"Don't worry, Dad.  I got this."

 

When it came to parenting, Mom was the Parent, Dad was the Provider.  Inside their brains, entirely different things are happening, and the one cannot even begin to comprehend the other.

Flash-forward to the New Normal (or what we’re slowly building toward making normal):  Mom and Dad change diapers, cook meals, clean the house (my wife might argue with me about this one, but I stand by my work), cook, kiss boo-boos.  And inside the brains, similar neural pathways are at work, because these very activities have the ability to alter the chemistry and functionality of our brains.  Science is showing us more and more that brains are not permanently wired one way or the other, but can change.  And that we can actually choose how that rewiring will occur.  We can choose to be active dads, or absent dads, and our brains will follow suit, seemingly reinforcing that decision as just being who we are.  But really, the decision is ours.  It always has been.

This is what I want to pass on to my son.  That his brain will be formed and reformed throughout his life, and he gets to choose, by his own active participation, how the rewiring will occur.  And the same goes for all of us.  

So dads, be a good father.  It will, literally, make you a better person.  A dad.

Daisy Dave

A little while ago, I related how I was suckered...I mean, gently persuaded into volunteering to be a Girl Scout leader for my daughter's Daisy troop.  I figured, if no one else would volunteer, if it was me or no one, what's the worst that could happen?  So I started submitting my paperwork and waited until the Girl Scouts either said, Ok, go ahead, or issued a restraining order.

Cookies?

To my surprise, I am now one of the leaders of a small (but highly energetic) troop of Daisies.  I have a co-leader, but besides the occasional Girl Scout pointers, she lets me pretty much plan and run the meetings however I want.  And the moment I realized that was the moment when I realized that I had ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING!

Yeah, I really can't stress this enough.  No idea.  At all.  What I'm doing, or what I'm SUPPOSED to be doing.

Lots of resources on-line?  Just search Pinterest?  These are not actually viable pointers on how to put together a Daisy scout meeting.  Especially when most of the planning is being done on my lunch break at work.

And there were times, when the kids were running around screaming, the parents were looking at me with that one raised eyebrow (you know the one I'm talking about; the Eyebrow of Judgement), that I thought to myself, That's it, I'm done.  I quit.

But then, there were other times, like when I attended my daughter's Holiday party at her elementary school, and I passed one of the other Daisies in the hall, and she ran over to me, gave me hug, and said I should come see her class's party, too, that I realized that even if I didn't know what I was doing, those Daisy Scouts knew exactly what I was doing.  I was having fun, with them, and if we can have fun and learn something along the way, this year will be an out-of-park success.

Cookies!!

This week, my daughter and I enjoyed twin ceremonies.  First, I was able to pin her official Girl Scout Daisy Membership pin on her, and all the new Daisy Scouts, something I was deeply honored to be able to do.  Then, a couple days later, I was given my official Girl Scout membership pin.

I know what you're thinking: they should've gone with the restraining order.

Too late, now.

I don't usually post pictures of myself...but, c'mon!  Am I right?

All of which is just a very long-winded way for me to say, everyone reading this blog must immediately order ten boxes of Girl Scout cookies from my daughter.  Thanks in advance, and don't make me get the six-year-olds after you.

Too subtle?

The Beer-Centric Universe

It's no secret that I spend way too much time thinking about beer.

Family vacation?  Sure, if it involves a brewery tour.  Secret Santa time?  Six-pack, and done!  A little light reading?  Check this out:

Quality father-daughter time.

I love making beer, and drinking beer.  And I love learning about beer. And as I've learned more about beer, I've come to a single and awe-inspiring conclusion:

Everything in this universe can be explained by beer.

Politics?  Tastes great!  Less filling!

Anthropolgy?  Hunter-gatherer societies gave way to grain-based agriculture.  To make beer.

But I've recently started to realize that this is not just my own bizarre beer-centric obsession.  Beer is at the very heart of our universe.  Without beer, none of this could exist.

Let me explain.

This idea came to me while reading a Stephen Hawking book.  No, really.  In it, Hawking (I call him "Steve") was explaining the theory of the multiverse, and used the example of the Anthropic principle.

Basically (if I understood it right, and that's one BIG if), the Anthropic principle reasons that we, as intelligent beings, can observe the universe because the universe displays the correct age, the exact right physical values and laws, a planet with just the right climate and physical conditions for our species to emerge through evolution and eventually observe and seek to understand the universe around us.  Since, according to quantum theory, the observer changes the outcome of the observed, our ability to observe the universe has helped create the universe which we observe.  One version of this thought, dubbed the Strong Anthropic Principle, says this is all part of the "design" of the universe; that the Universe came into being in order to develop intelligent life.

The more accepted (at least by cosmologists, and other people who generally aren't crazy) variant of the Strong Anthropic is the creatively titled Weak Anthropic, which states that, yes, this universe is exactly the right kind of universe for our observation, which makes sense because any other universe within the infinite multiverse would be incapable of being observed because intelligent observers (like us) would be impossible.

In other words, we observe a universe that seems just right for us, not because that's how some supreme being created it, but because if it was any other way, we wouldn't be here to observe it.

Ok, pure, totally circular logic, but at least it's consistent circular logic.  It makes sense.

And the same is true of beer.

Beer has been important, even essential, to human civilization from its very inception.  Indeed, civilization would have been impossible, and according to some scholars, would never have arisen, without beer.

Let that soak in.

Yes, other drinks, like wine and coffee and tea, have helped civilization make leaps forward in certain areas, but beer predates all of them.  Indeed, recorded history began because someone wanted to record his homebrew recipes.

This makes perfect sense.

Beer provided a way of storing grains in more compact form.  Their additional benefits (spoiler: it's the alcohol) made them more popular, therefore more valuable, which led to commerce. And they were safe to drink, even when water was dodgy and untrustworthy (like when people started building cities).

As a homebrewer, I know at least the basics of what makes beer beer, and that encompasses biology, chemistry and physics, starting with the enzymes in the grains that convert the starches into simple sugars, which requires both water and heat in very specific quantities.  From that point, the yeast, generally one of two specific species of Saccharomyces, take over to process the sugar.  The yeast consume the sugar (C12H22O11) into carbon dioxide (CO2) and ethanol (C2H6O), resulting in a carbonated alcoholic beverage.

Science!

Take all that in for a moment.  In fact, if you skimmed that last paragraph, read it again.  This is important.

We happen, by total chance, to live in a universe where an enzyme in a seed is released under specific circumstances that converts complex carbohydrates into simple sugars.  We live in a universe where microscopic fungi consume the sugar and convert that sugar into alcohol, which is a weirdly specific and mind-bogglingly useful thing for a micro-organism to do.  And we live in a universe where the chemical properties of alcohol on our bodies are not so deadly as to preclude their consumption, but rather we note instead certain no-entirely-unpleasant after-affects.  In addition, we live in a universe where the alpha acids in hop resin have an anti-microbial effect that keep harmful bacteria at bay, but allows the yeast to grow unmolested.  If any one of these traits of our universe were different, it would mean one thing: no beer.

And no beer would mean:

No agriculture.  No safe drinking supply.  No cities.  No division of labor.  No schools.  No medicine  (for beer was one of the first effective medicines ever used, and its sister drink, whiskey, was another).  No concentration of people in order to bring diverse ideas into a single world-view.  No development of early scientific principles.  No science.  No observation.

And since we live in our observed universe, it must be a universe that supports beer.  The observer cannot be separated from the observed because our very act of observation helps define what we observe.  Our universe cannot be observed without beer, thus our universe cannot exist in the absence of beer.

 It is only because we live in a universe with beer, that we can observe the universe around us...while drinking a beer.