Behind the Scenes with Pete -- Pete and Son Together Again

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Thursday, March 17, 2011
Blog and movie by Pete Jackson

There was a point very early on in this trip when I realized that my wife gave me a great gift. Being allowed to go on the road for 3 months in an attempt to fulfill a lifelong dream is not something that a 30-ish man who has an established way of life and a growing family gets. He just doesn’t - trust me, I’ve taken a poll. My wife and I made a mutual decision that if I was going to do something like this, I would have to do it now before my son got too old.

Why?  My 3-year old son is quite wily, maybe even a bit of a shyster. He knows what he wants and knows how to manipulate any situation in order to get it. But it takes a shyster to know one and it wasn’t more than a month on the road before I came to realize how important my role is in my son's upbringing.

Being a father makes sense to me. I know that’s weird to say, but it does. And that’s why there are no words that can explain the kind of feeling you get when you finally return home after being away for so long. Getting home and seeing my son again for the first time in months was the kind of thing dreams are made of. My son was older and much smarter. So much so that it’s amazing to watch him try to manipulate me at every given opportunity. It made me proud, yet fairly alarmed. So to fatherhood I go, with the wind to my back, a smile on my face and my son on my leg.

Don’t worry - I’ve got this. Take a look…

Thursday, March 17, 2011