All Good Things Come To Those Who Wait
The World According To Kiki & J-Fed
It took daughter's science project to teach me a lesson -- and a good one at that.
In my never-ending quest for self-improvement (and yes I have plenty of it to do), I try to always give credit where credit is due. And in this case that credit goes to the Fedster. I admit that last week I was hasty and rushed to judgement when he didn't have his half of daughter's science project done on my timeline. I realize that it's unreasonable for me to expect that the Fedster do things when I want them done, especially since we're no longer married. As a single independent man, when he gets things done is at his discretion. Even if I don't necessarily agree, I respect that.
Last night was the inaugural finishing of daughter's year-end science project. J-Fed and daughter had finalized Mars over the weekend, and it was up to J-Fed to put the finishing touches on the 3-D project. We waited for the arrive of Mars with bated breath.
When he arrived, I was blown away with the magnificence of Mars and its two balls, I mean moons. It goes without saying that J-Fed put every minute that he invested into the project to good use. Mars was carefully crafted with canyons, volcanos and all of its other fine features. The moons were neatly sculpted to closely resemble Diemos and Phobos.
It was like the Sistine Chapel of science projects, and J-Fed was the Michelangelo.
I had no idea he had it in him. It was obvious that he had taken pride in helping daughter perfect the visual aspect of her project. Although I had been pretty pissed about the delay, I realized in hindsight that it would be his helping hand that daughter would remember 10 years from now -- not the time frame in which he did it. She would recall the time that her father went out and spent a whole bunch of money to ensure she had an out-of-this-world science project that was second to none. Heck, she'd probably even tell her kids about it one day.
As daughter practiced her oral presentation, the Fedster listened closely making sure she got all of her facts correct. She beamed as he praised her. It was definitely an A for effort. Ask daughter and she'd probably give her dear dad an A plus. The only A I got was one for ass, an ass for assuming that because he didn't rush through his part of the project it wouldn't be every bit as good.
When I carried daughter's project into her classroom in the morning, all eyes were on daughter and her replica of Mars. "They're looking at my project," she whispered proudly.
It was one small step for man; one giant leap for the Fedster.