Pool Sharks beware

I coached team this morning, then came and picked up dad, did a few errands and then took Pops to a pool hall to play some pool. It was quite enjoyable. We got some junk food and played three games, laughed a lot. The first game, I actually won! So I was pretty proud of myself, there are some sort of deep psychological factors at play here I am sure. There may have been a slight twinge of regret in besting the paternal role model, but that twinge quickly evaporated as I lost the second game heinously. The third game, the tie breaker, was close. We both got down to where we were taking turns trying to convince the 8 ball to drop. I lost; paternal heirarchy in tact. The fact that the game was close is not a very big compliment to either one of us, there was some pretty ugly cueing going on.

When I was younger I don't think I knew Dad very well, I'm glad I do now. So, there's another new-parent challenge, it is probably not going to be too difficult to have a good relationship with one child. If we are lucky enough to have more I think it might get progressively more difficult to balance the time schedule in a way that everyone gets their alone time, doing something meaningful and creating bonds yackety yackety yackety. No pressure.