People have said I roll well with the punches... I don't know if that's true. I'm not even sure I'm great at getting up when some of life punches take me down. Like much of humanity I struggle with change. It was about 10 years ago in June of 2006 that I first learned I was going to become a father.
In simple frankness, I'd wanted to be a dad and also feared it. While life and my mother were kind enough to give me a great dad early in childhood, I didn't meet my biological father till I was 15. So I didn't know if I had the instincts or the qualities and perhaps no child should have to be put to the test of it. So in fact my childhood sweetheart and wife of 5 years at the time had stated to a small group of friends and our parents that we weren't going to have kids. She was in the middle of graduate school, I was going to go afterwards then we'd be old etc...
But then... a surprise happened when we were 25 and 24 respectively. She had been throwing up (me ever the sensitive husband had noticed but done very little about it). I was out on a Friday night and she was home after some social work group function. She called me and said, "Can you come home?" In simple honest I said "Come on you knew I was going to be out tonight." In the entire history of our marriage that would have resulted in okay or come home, one of the two of us accepting the change and that being the end of the dialogue. She said okay, I went back to socializing. About half an hour later she called back and said, "I need you to come home." This was the first and only time that this type of call happened twice. I responded with that I needed to say goodbye and then I'd head there but while I'm good at saying goodbye I'm horrible at leaving good company. Almost an hour later, I got a call that said, "I think I'm pregnant." In one of my worst responses in the history of my life I said, "Can I call you back?" and hung up the phone. I stepped back in and said okay I gotta go I think my wife's pregnant and walked out. Apparently I said it with such an astonished look that people didn't know exactly what I'd said or if I was serious.
I got home, tried to bluff like I was ready to become a father, and asked how this could happen since she was on birth control. She was but apparently this thing had like a less than 1% failure rate but despite me being a less than adequate swimmer apparently not all of me was. I stayed up all night, literally all night, trying to figure out how to financially be prepared for a kid. Two weeks later my mom was in town for a conference from her job and we sat her down and she was thrilled. Oddly enough it was actually on father's day we told her, a fact I would not notice for years.
There is an old saying that women become mothers when they realize they're pregnant and men when the baby's born. I dreamed up of how awesome my son would be, how we'd play sports together, how I'd do all the dad/son things that I hadn't had in my early childhood. She was almost 3 months pregnant before she realized it and so it was only in the second appointment where we'd find our daughter's gender. I smiled and then thought... well there goes that idea now I'll live with only women, my wife, my daughter and my dog. So I took on an approach that life as I knew it was soon ending and I might as well enjoy it before the baby was born. I'd be gone multiple weekends before the child's birth, including 5 or 6 in a row for ultimate frisbee tournaments. I had some poker nights, went to more happy hours in those few months than I had probably the rest of my life combined. My wife was at many of those things though not at all since she was well tired and let's just say that type of approach during pregnancy doesn't do a marriage good.
Nonetheless, when Kiana Lys Leon was born, it was amazing. I'm a guy who can't handle bodily fluids but I was there and didn't pass out and cut the umbilical cord. Turned out life wasn't over. I took a paternity leave while her mother went back to work for a few weeks before becoming a stay at home mom for a while. I read to her all the coolest books that the world had ever known. I played music and danced with her.
I got back to my life too quickly though and my wife and daughter were part of my life, nowhere near high enough priorities and I tried to balance it all not in the right proportion. Four years later, I'd be diagnosed with cancer and frankly took some of it similar to fatherhood, trying to figure out the bills. I went on a goodbye tour to all my friends in Texas and California thinking life as I knew it was ending the day of brain surgery. Some things changed and some things stayed the same, there was certainly far more change in circumstances than there were due to Kiana's birth.
I handled the communication even worse in marriage and that ended and somehow I've ended up with primary custody and I'm at almost 5 years of that. There's been stories of how I put off brain surgery to run a marathon and qualified for Boston, there's been stories of how I won one pushing a stroller. But the stories I'm more proud of, the ones that bring more joy are the ones of where I did races right next to her or got my mom to do her first half marathon at age 60, I was right there for. Or the one where my dad did his first 10k at age 70 and several other races but without exception did them all next to my mom, showing his wisdom at racing long before I did mine. There's something about keeping pace with the ones you love and the one whose showing love is the one whose helping you move.
So I recently went to Seattle for my first marathon since Boston of 2015. A year ago I hadn't done a
trail race at all and now I've done one of pretty much every distance (some far more technical than others). This would be my first trail marathon, the Light at the End of the Tunnel. My little brother would come out with his wife, and son and hung out with Kiana while I raced (without exception every race I've traveled for has had at least one of 2 things, somewhere I've never been or somewhere near people I care about, often both). Because it was on a trail that wasn't accessible there were very few spectators so it was really all about being in your head. The tunnel it referred to knocked out the GPS watch from being relevant. I got fortunate enough to where there a few guys fairly close to my speed and the competitive spirit kept me moving. But I think the real reason I got my fastest marathon ever at this race (3:00.09) was one thing and one thing alone. When Kiana and I do our races, I get her water and give it to her a little bit after the water stop (we learned early that her trying to get it from volunteers has led to her getting almost if not knocked over). She had said once long ago that she appreciated that a lot. At mile 16, my little brother, his wife and son were all along the side of the road taking pictures of us. I didn't see Kiana which worried me but then just about a hundred feet forward she was at the water stop. She had asked if she could hand me my water for once. There are almost zero race pictures of me ever smiling but I'm not sure anyone will ever catch a better one because I've never been sure which one of us is raising who but on that point I know who was taking care of who during that race. And that was the moment I kept referring back to when I struggled on the second half of the race.We went straight from there to the Seattle Zoo with my brother which we saw the entire thing which I think makes it be the day I moved the most ever in my life. But there was no way I was asking my support crew during the race to be bored after cheering me and both in spirt and in body, I am beyond certain it helped created a faster recovery.
The next day at Father's Day she gave me the best father's day card I've received yet. Each year oddly enough it's the day I get the most greetings outside of my birthday. It seems from social media a statistical anomaly comes up every father's day that everyone has the best dad ever. I know one person, me, who is called that, it's inaccurate but I do have the best daughter ever no matter what everyone else thinks about their kid ;). Her all but life-size card had reference to many of our in-jokes including mine about how my favorite person is bob (a coming alive of the Bob stroller joke I've kept going for years). My mom was in town for the same conference and perhaps the world has come full circle and complete in that she helped her with the card and the first time I think I've ever received breakfast in bed on my 10th father's day. We also did our annual professional pedicure and hanging up our medals.
Just as meaningful of a moment was her smaller card she had made which now hangs on display at my house. I have no arts and crafts abilities, zero. But Kiana has them and I've continued to get her new things to try out and make. The latest is a tiny paper folding thing that came with ways of making particular objects but now she's been making ones of her own. She made one of me running and as the guy who always runs with music she threw music notes in there. One of those chocolates must have come open with sodium that got in my eyes. In the marathon, I had listened to a song that I heard the last time I was in New York when I went to see Kinky Boots, Not My Father's Son. It stood out to me for many reasons but made me think of having wanted a boy "with the strength of sparta and the patience of Job." Between the actual Spartan and the cards she made, she has shown both of those plus all the charms of a very feminine young lady. I've tried as best as I know how to let her breathe freely as herself in both the ways she's similar and the ways she's very different than me, to be profound enough to always live out loud, to never have to mirror what's not in her. I don't know why the universe has been so kind to me with this daughter but I am grateful.
As I said I'm not really clear as to who is raising who, so I am going to try to continue to learn from her and hope she's learning from me. A year ago I had never done a trail race when someone tried to get me to go over to a lane. It was a trail race that starts at night and if you do the 30k or the 60k you're going to have to run at night. Immediately, from practicality or fear, I said a guy with spatial orientation absence and a history of seizures, said I'll do the 10k and be done before dark. I did and I won it but never did race a night one on my own. I raced one with Kiana in August and despite a few falls she finished it with conviction (we were always in a crowd so I felt more safe). A year later I've won some and my fastest marathon is on trail but I still haven't done a night trail race. Well, that will only be true for one more day since I'm doing one tonight, a 30k where I'm guaranteed to be in the dark. I don't have a son and perhaps will never quite be an adequate father's son but I am going to try to learn from some of the fearlessness of my daughter, and that the best part of me is what she brings out to see. Perhaps running from my weaknesses and my fears will keep being further in the past and adapting to them will be where I'm running to.