Or any of the following:
- Soccer coach.
- English, History, Science or Geography teacher.
- A tradesman of any sort.
- A world-class chef capable of duplicating all the dishes they see on the Food Network.
- The “Ultimate Handyman”, able to decipher the otherwise indecipherable instructions that accompany most modern toys, bikes, furniture etc.
- The master of every website needed for every school project that they will ever be assigned.
- Parent of Leisure: always available for carpools, bake sales or any fundraising efforts.
I think I’ve made my point by now, right? Our children view us as GODS – for an all-too brief period of time. And why not?
After all, we infused them with the gift of life itself, an act only an omnipotent being would be capable of. We fill many roles during those formative years:
- Healer of boo-boos.
- Slayer of any and all bedroom demons.
- Teller of bedtime stories.
- Guardian of good dreams, ever vigilant and always prepared for the onslaught of childhood nightmares.
- Creator of delicious meals and snacks.
Sooner or later our kids outgrow their “childhood vision” and begin to see us, and the world itself, in a more realistic light. I don’t know about you, but I find that light unflattering.
At the moment my daughter still sees me as a figure worthy of admiration and respect. Sure, she often teams up with my wife to bust my… chops., but her eyes still sparkle when I walk through that front door at night.
If an enterprising individual were to market a technique capable of sustaining that feeling indefinitely, they’d be richer than J.K Rowling.
If you’re a parent of young children, sit back and bask in their admiration and hero-worship – while you can.