Couple of days ago I went to the hospital to visit a colleague who has just given birth. A nurse came into the room while we were happily chatting, smiled at me and said “Awww…is this the new grandpa?”
Last night I shared the story with the guys at hockey, looking for some sympathy. Instead, I got mercilessly laughed at and “Grandpa” became my new nickname on the ice.
“Grandpa! left wing!!!”
“2 on 1, Grandpa, 2 on 1!!”
Whenever I missed a shot, the whole bench chirped: “Come on Grandpa! Did they teach you to shoot like that in the ‘home’?”
It is a cruel world.
I came home after 1am, and after putting away my gear, noticed that there was still light coming from Taylor’s room. I went inside and she looked at me with her sheepish smile, “Hi Daddy!” Turned out she was still up after cleaning her room.
She said she wanted a snack, so I warmed a glass of milk and brought some cookies into her room like I used to do when she was little. We chatted, about hockey, about school, about friends, about boys. After she finished her snack, I tucked her in and she said, “Good night Daddy!”
I think I like being a Daddy more than being Grandpa 🙂