I’ve been fairly absent as of late, and this is the reason. I don’t think there could be a better, or more precious reason than this, but I apologize nonetheless. I enjoy sharing with you, and I’ve missed writing tremendously since her arrival.
Mackenzie Renee Viau was born on August 2nd at 11:39 p.m. Contrary to her sister’s birth, she was three weeks early and a very painful delivery. I’ll spare you the details, but my wife was not allowed pain killers. No big deal, right? A lot of women give birth without medication, right? I’ll have to fight the urge to slap anyone that says that in her presence from now on. An induced labor is a painful labor, even with an epidermal. Had she known she could have mentally prepared herself for the pain. Instead it came as a complete surprise, and delivered during a key moment in the pregnancy. It was very hard for me to endure her suffering, but she got through it and gave me another beautiful daughter, and Aubrey a lifelong friend in her little sister.
I am fairly confident our young family is complete, despite the urgings of family and friends to have another.
“You mean you aren’t going to try for a boy?”
No, we will not.
We had always planned on a family of four, we’ll let fate decide if it will grow beyond that. Sure, it would be a blessing to have a son, but it isn’t something I’ve dwelled on. I guessed that both kids would be girls, and I’ve been content with that from day one. My bucket list has always included being a daddy, regardless of the gender. There has never been a MOMENT of disappointment and there never will be.
“But what about when they are 13 and HATE you?”
I hated everyone when I was 13, so that point is moot.
“But what about when they start dating?”
I am buying a shotgun today. A big one. Plus I’ve got all kinds of broadheads, knives, and tomahawks to sharpen.
Kidding aside, having another little girl has put things into perspective for me once again. I’m busier than ever, and am realizing sacrifices will need to be made. For instance, this hunting season is going to be fairly lackluster. I was hardly able to hunt in 2010, following Aubrey’s birth, and I am doubting this season (other than Huntography) will be any better. I am a little bit freaked out by this. What will I write about? I can’t write if I can’t DO, after all.
And it isn’t just hunting. I’ve become a man who loves his space. Hunting is my favorite way to obtain said space, but there is also bow and arrow building, which I enjoy every bit as much. It is hard enough to find a spare 1/2 hour to work out without feeling guilty. Aubrey is at the age where she wants to do everything we do, and be around us every second of every day. I realize I need to cherish these days, I just need to adjust to the realization that more our time is needed and less my time.
I’m learning this is something to look forward to. Aubrey is already interested in what I’m doing. She enjoys watching me work in the shop, and loves to watch me shoot my bow. We even invented a game called “Go Get It”, in which she chooses my arrow, stands behind me while I shoot, takes me by the hand down range to retrieve the arrow, and helps me pull it from the target. I’ve even taught her the “twist and pull” so she doesn’t bend the crap out of my woods.
The invention of this game was an epiphany for me. I realized that our time could be a whole lot better than my time. I’ve been in “raising an infant” mode so long, I forgot that they grow and inherit interests of their own. While Aubrey and Mackenzie may not be interested in everything that Daddy does, there is a good chance they will be interested in one or two things. That would be fine by me, especially if one of them is archery/hunting.
I’ve often dreamed of camping with my kids, and bringing them to 3D shoots and events. Watching them experience the joy of casting an arrow would only intensify mine. Especially if they do so from a bow of my own construction.
I won’t force them to conform to this reality, but I’ve already started Aubrey’s bow…just in case.