When I think of Renaissance men, I think of Leonardo DaVinci and Michelangelo, the turtles who used the swords and nunchucks. If you don't get that reference, you're either too old, too young, or too female. Of course I'm referring to the polymaths of Italian descent who were known to be experts in many different fields. While I'm not quite delusional enough to place myself in the same category as these two great thinkers, I do find that through a lot of studying, research, and trial and error, I am able to be successful in many different things.
|A Renaissance Dad uses power tools AND wears princess||bandages|
- Listening to the aforementioned National Anthem
- Thinking about a daughter's future wedding day (my daughters are 3 and 5, so this is WAY in the future)
- Saying goodbye to a power tool that has been through many house projects but no longer works
- Watching Rocky I and IV
- Thinking about my two brothers serving in the Army (with a combined 3 tours overseas)
My daughters regularly bandage me up when I injure myself. The first time my oldest put a princess bandage on my finger, I was embarrassed. I thought, "I can't go out in public with a princess bandage. I'm a grown man." But then I had an epiphany. I am a grown man with daughters who love me enough to care for me, and I can show them love by appreciating their care and not letting my pride get in the way. So I now wear my princess bandages with pride. They are indicative of my battle wounds, and a reminder to be a little more careful next time because I am not just a Renaissance man, but a Renaissance dad. I have a family that needs me, little hands that love holding mine, and I need to take care of myself so I am here for them for a long, long time.