2-D Dad

  I Skyped with the family last night as we usually do every couple days.  Isabel was grumpy, Jackson was distracted and Paola was losing patience with the both of them.  I tried to infuse some paternal wisdom in conjunction with their mother's guidance, but once again I was reminded of one simple fact: being a 2-dimensional dad sucks. You're not nearly as imposing or viable when you fit on a 15 inch screen.  Sure, I can still send them to their room from thousands of miles away or have an earnest discussion with them about their behavior.  What I can't do is sit next to them, throw my arm around their shoulders and physically convey love and forgiveness.  I can't high five an accomplishment, hug away a disappointment or tickle-monster one of those perfect moments where a bout of silliness collides with a case of the giggles.
  Fortunately for me, my children have an absolutely amazing mother.  She has taken up the slack in everything that I can't be for the kids.  Needless to say, I have plenty to make up for once I return.  And I have more than plenty to be thankful for in the meantime.