The Crash Kids elementary school has this really great program for dads called Watch D.O.G.S. (Dads of Great Students). It’s a little bit of a mix of extra security for the school and a little bit of work in the classroom. No doubt it’s a way to get the dads into the school, which is great. I personally don’t care about the security piece and love to spend all my time with my kids. Plus, since 3 of the Crash Kids are in elementary school, that means I have plenty of options.
When we first started at the school, someone suggested that it’s a cool thing to be Watch DOGS dad on your child’s birthday. That sounded like a great idea to me since the kids absolutely love when I am the Watch DOGS dad. Seriously, it’s not a minor reaction. It’s a literal full on walking on air excitement when they walk alongside me at school. There might be a little bit of arrogance there that they’re so cool to have their dad there. No doubt it is something special for them since there aren’t that many dads who do it. Regardless the kids absolutely adore it when I’m at their school.
I was suppose to be Watch DOGS dad last week for Crash Kid #2’s birthday, but my neck injury made it so I couldn’t go in and do it. So, I made up for it this week. Turns out, Crash Grandpa joined us in the morning as well:
I don’t know why I’m admitting this publicly, but oh well. I have to tell you that almost every time I do it I get all choked up. I know I’m a softy. I’ve known that for a long time. I love chick flicks and I choke up over being at my kids school. That’s who I am.
I’ve tried to figure out what causes me to start one of those full face spasm cries so I could stop it. Unfortunately, so far I’ve failed. This morning it happened during their opening ceremonies when they played the song “I’m Proud to Be an American.” I love that song and I don’t think it had anything to do with the tears I was fighting back.
My only conclusion is that I absolutely love seeing my kids so happy. The idea that something I did would make them so happy just hits me every time I’m there. I think I’ve figured out a solution. From now on, I’m only going to focus on things that make my kids sad. Hopefully that will solve the problem. It’s too bad, because it’s pretty awesome spending the day in art, playing games, four square, lunch, more four square, more lunch, more games, and finish it off with music.
Oh well…a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.