Just two days after father's day, Jed will have himself a son.
No small thing for a man who bristles at having been surrounded by women for more than 30 years. He still rants about being raised by a pack of shewolves (his mother's many friends) whom he insists damaged his tender male psyche with their 1970s off-the-cuff male-bashing ways.
"Oh, they'd deny it," he says, "but I'd have to listen to them talk about how men really were horrible. And there I was, devastated, because I knew that someday I was going to be a man."
Since then he's continued to be surrounded by estrogen: A wife, a daughter, even two female dogs.
When I asked him to guess what Thing 2 would be he never even hesitated. "A girl," he said without question.
I have to admit, that for an instant I worried about the potential for favoritism. The "MY BOY BILL," chest beating-type of sentiment that made me want off the Carousel.
I also worried about MY abilities of bringing up a boy. What, afterall, do I really know about boys outside of some early tomboy tendencies?
So when our local public radio station aired an interview with Dr. Margaret Meeker, author of "Strong Fathers, Strong Daughters," I turned up the volume.
I don't know what I was thinking, really. If I were to be honest, I'd have to say that I thought perhaps I could catch something that he was doing that would forever alienate her and send her skipping down the path of depression at break-neck speed.
But as I listened, I realized how lucky she is to have him as her dad. How, even in these tiny years, he's engaged without being overbearing. And how he exhibits with every action that she is a part of him, too.
And there was even a lesson in there for me. "Don't go thinking you know everything there is to know about girls."
Happy Father's Day, Jeddie. I don't think you even need to read this book.