Don’t Be a D-bag: The Art of Rounding Off

21 Oct

This entire blog is dedicated to my attempt at staving off the inevitability of becoming something I hate:

One of those people who is known as a parent first and a person second. One of those people who can’t seem to talk about anything except kids and kid-related stuff. One of those people who goes to bed at 8pm because parenting is so tiring, who stops having fun (read: drinking) because parenting is so all-consuming; who stops eating peanuts because his kid is allergic and might die. One of those people who only listens to kids music, who only watches children’s programming or who only hangs out with other parents.

Or one of those people who relays his child’s age in months. Today, I failed.

Earlier today, a friend asked me how old the little man is and I responded, “Thirteen months.” My friend was appalled and immediately, and rightfully, scolded me for it. “Just say one year, man.”

He’s right. I should have just said “one year.” Especially to someone who has no kids of his own. Obviously, to a parent of a baby, every month – hell, every week! – marks new developments, new milestones, new shades of poop. But to a non-parent? Month-by-month specification doesn’t mean a thing. Not only did my co-worked not actually care how many months my son has been alive, he doesn’t care how many years old the kid is, or that I even have a son. He was just making small talk.

And I had to go and be a douchebag about it, measuring every moment of my son’s life in small increments, because it’s all oh so unbelievably precious. Sigh.

It’s not easy, once you become a parent, to hang onto a lot of your old, pre-children life, or even to retain many of the aspects of your non-parent personality. But it is possible, even if it only means making sure to toss around a few swears once in a while, or shotgun a few beers. About the least you can do is not act like your kid is God’s gift to humanity, and not to go around spouting month-by-month age information.

Today’s incident gave me pause, and it made me realize how insidious the whole parenting business is. I mean, I haven’t even sworn in this post yet. Fuck. But still, I’ll give myself a bit of a pass. After all, my son is only thirteen months old. He can’t quite walk or talk yet. And those feel like the real milestones; a lot more so than hitting that first birthday does. And those kinds of things change on a weekly basis.

Besides, the other day I heard a woman refer to her child as being forty-two months old. Really? 42 months? I’m no mathematician, but isn’t that just abut drinking age?

Give it up, lady, you’re scaring me. Because I’m clearly not far from becoming just like you.


3 Responses to “Don’t Be a D-bag: The Art of Rounding Off”

  1. Anonymous October 21, 2011 at 4:46 pm #

    whoa, can’t walk or talk yet? might want to get that checked out.

  2. chelle October 22, 2011 at 10:21 am #

    Here’s the thing – from birth to about 12 weeks, you use weeks. From 3 months to 2 years, you use months. That way you avoid “holy crap, your one year old can’t walk yet?” type comments. At 13 months, only the obnoxious overachieving babies – and the girls – are walking.

  3. BloggerFather October 22, 2011 at 10:21 am #

    My girl is now 18 month, which is really cool, because I can finally be the cool guy who says, “Oh, she’s a year and a half,” and pretend I always use a round age. Funny things is that when I meet other parents, they always need to compare because they’re always either afraid their babies are slow or want to know just how advanced their geniuses are, so I always get a follow up, “But how old is she in months?”

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