There were many questions that day. ”Does your father know about this?” “Will I still get to have grandkids?” “What’s THAC0?”
I think my parents are definitely aware that I’m a big ol’ dork. It’s the depth that I think escapes them. I come from somewhat nerdy stock. My dad read a lot of comics as a young pup, and still enjoys them. Both parents know an unreasonable amount about birds. But still, if I were ever to start up with shop talk about some of my most cherished activities, the glazing over of the eyes would be near-instantaneous. It’s not a matter of judgement, just a kind of double-think: knowing these things happen and knowing nothing of the mechanics.
I always wonder about (and fear) the potential inversion: that a child of mine will have a set of interests that totally escapes me. Like professional sports. Or Bieber. I like to think that I would have the grace to smile and nod while they gushed to me about their interests. Some would just be more testing than others.