Part IV…. The Meaning of Life.
One of the things that keeps popping in my head through the process of getting ready to be a father is the humor in it all. Trust me, there is humor.
You see, I was brought up in a family that dwelt on the British style of humor. That comedy that borders on the ironic and dry, yet has the subtle flavor of dignified slap-stick humor. Stuff that looks at life and, no matter what the situation, makes fun of it.
Throughout the stages of acceptance and understanding, I have constantly looked at each part with a detached “WWJCD” attitude. That would stand for “What Would John Cleese Do?” For those of you who are not familiar with the name, please follow this link, or watch “A Fish Called Wanda.”
I have always looked at life a little on the side of the jester. There is entirely too much seriousness in life as it is to take it seriously on a full time basis. Every now and again you need to take a moment… go to a nice quiet place and let the part of you out, a part that we all have, that is stark raving mad. You can even share that part with friends, but I will not promise that the outcome will be what you might be hoping for.
I hope that I will get to share and impart some of this philosophy with the child. I hope that as we grow together, we can entertain Naty with a re-enactment of “The Parot Sketch” or cause friends and family alike to groan with embarrassment by doing the “Silly Walk” in public together.
I would like to raise the child to understand, as I was raised, that there are many things that you need to be mature and serious about, but that there are many many more that you should look at and treat as a under-seasoned herring, and liberally sprinkle it with the salt of humor and parody.
I hope that by the time our child is 18, they can not hear the phrase “It’s just a waffer thin mint” or “…and now for something completely different.” without busting up laughing. Who will be able to hear the word “Bugger” or “Buggery” and laugh when the person using it has no clue what they are saying.
Life IS too serious. There ARE to few times, anymore, that allow us to sit back and laugh so hard that our sides hurt, and if the present administration is any sign, it is only going to get worse. So I hope that our child picks up on my feelings and types of humor and they become part of his or her id.
While I strongly suspect that this type of humor from our child may drive my Mother-in-Law over the edge, causing her to speak in tongues and generally pop a fuse, I think that it would be grand and uniquely beneficial to the little one. It may also make for several interesting Parent/Teacher meetings when the child starts going to school.
The time is getting closer, folks… While I have written these at around the T-Minus 10 weeks mark, one never knows how life is to be played out. If there is a change, and the child comes early, then I will let these articles run their course, but I will also send out a special announcement to let you all know what it is and when it was born.
Thank you for reading.