You asked (over on Facebook) for the famous Mir’s Dad to come and write so, while my lovely bride (oh, hey – this is Otto tapping at you now) is off getting lovelier, he was ordered to hunt and peck his way through writer’s block (hard, when you’re an architect by trade and nature, to problem solve in your kid’s realm) and create the following missive.
So, some rules:
- We love Mir’s dad. He’s awesome. You must agree to this before clicking through to his post.
- No nasty comments or he’ll leave mean ones on your blog.
- The chances of him registering “mirsdad.com” are pretty slim, but you can ask.
- He has kids already and, while he’s sure you’re a perfectly nice person, probably won’t adopt you. Sorry.
That’s it, click on through to read …
OK. So my daughter has now provided me with the opportunity for fame. Rather than just commenting vicariously on her writings, I have been conscripted to speak my own mind. if I have one. This post isn’t going to be much more than an expanded comment. It just happens to be spawned by your encouraged popular demand rather than one of her posts. I hope it doesn’t embarrass her. I promise to be brief but cogent.
Honestly, I feel like a comedian who has just been introduced to a huge, thundering crowd, bounds triumphantly onto the stage and suddenly realizes he is not funny. To someone who has an unnaturally low threshold for “fear of failure” this is more than angst. This is family terrorism!
So let me tell you some other things I feel about Mir. Her life is complicated but she seems to keep a lot of balls in the air at the same time although she often complains about the effects of gravity. I admire the fact that she is bright, sensitive, almost completely unencumbered in her willingness to say what she means and has a remarkable ability to do so. She is demanding, both of herself and others. She is loving, sarcastic, funny, and did I say loving? She is intense. Oddly, with the exception of “loving,” at times those are the same qualities that are sometimes hard to handle. They create problems for her. It’s all about balance which is difficult. I’m sort of a low key person so sometimes I marvel at how different we are and struggle to try and find a way to make her life easier. That’s what dad’s are supposed to do.
Whether she realizes it or not, the apple has not fallen far from the tree and it is definitely rolling up hill.