Fruitful: Entertainment has changed now that we're having a kid.

Last night, Nicole and I watched The Amazing Spider-man.  We saw it in the theaters, but she didn't remember it very well and I remembered liking it, so we watched it again (FYI, it didn't hold up as well the second time around).

Anyway, there's a scene when Peter and Gwen kiss.  It's their first kiss, and Peter has just told her some very big news, after spending a minute or two being something of a spazz.  And as I watched this scene I thought to myself "I'm so glad we're not having a girl...I hope our kid grows up to be like Peter Parker."

This was not unusual for me, not as of late.  Because these days I seem to view everything through the prism of an expectant parent.  And it's weird.

It's inevitable, though, isn't it?  You wonder about this kid.  You wonder what he'll be like.  Peter Parker's room is filled with character, as rooms for movies generally are (because they have set designers).  And it made me think about how relatively spartan my room was growing up.  Not that it was bad, it just lacked character.  I want my kid's room to be like Peter Parker's.  I want him unashamed of whatever he's into.

And what might that be?  I have no idea.  Will he have posters of bands?  Artists?  Cars?  Athletes?  Will have a desk covered with model trains or electronics?  Notebooks full of ideas or a corner dedicated to free weights?  Blue sheets or red sheets?  Stuff all over the place or organized into piles?  At what point will he outgrow the room we're currently getting ready for him?  When will we let him move to the bigger room with its own bathroom and, dangerously, a door to the outside?

There's a scene where Uncle Ben points out that he's not an educated man, and that he couldn't help Peter with his homework beyond the age of 10.  And, of course, that made me think about doing homework with my son.  I'm looking forward to that.  I'm looking forward to relearning all of those things (and learning things for the first time!) without the burden of hormones running through my system.  Going back even further, I'm looking forward to learning things while still carrying the belief that anything is possible, that the names of dinosaurs might actually be important one day.

You didn't often see teenagers in Los Angeles.  They were around, sure, but they were lost in the shuffle or relegated to certain parts of the city.  In Danville, they are everywhere.  I see teenage girls and I am ever so
grateful that we'll have nothing but boys.

I told Nicole about these thoughts during the movie and she told me that I'm going to have the harder time, as I'm going to have to teach our son how to treat women.  That is a subject for another blog post entirely, as it deserves more space.  But I'm not worried about how our son will behave towards women.  I joked that, given who his father is, our son will no doubt be too scared to talk to whichever gender he prefers.

But I know firsthand that kids learn such things from their parents indirectly.  My dad never sat me down and told me not to force myself on a woman.  Maybe that was naive of him.  He did, however, treat my mom great.  My brother and I saw this, day in and day out.  It has always been clear to me that my father would do anything for my mother and that he appreciates that she agreed to marry him all those years ago.

And my mom played a huge role in that.  My mom just wasn't one to put up with grief from anyone.  She had a full time job and was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.  I respected my mom, which, I think, made it so that I automatically respected the women in my life.

I'm not worried about our son respecting women because he will see it in action every single day.

I would imagine that once our child is born, I'll start to look at movies and TV differently yet again.  This time I'll be wondering whether or not it's something that's appropriate for my son to watch.

Fortunately, I love cartoons.

Week 25!