I must confess that I deeply resent Bandit Heeler.
I greatly admire his warmth and creativity. I love the way he champions proactive, hyper-engaged fatherhood. And frankly, I aspire to be exactly like him in most ways.
But man do I resent his maddening perfection.
In case you’re not up to date with the most popular children’s show of the decade, Bandit Heeler is the canine patriarch of Bluey. He and his also-imaginative wife Chilli live in Australia with their 2 supremely imaginative young daughters. And after 150 freewheeling episodes, Bandit and Chilli have now officially broken the world record for Most Wildly, Inexhaustibly Creative Parenting.
And perhaps also the record for Most Resentment Induced by an Animated Character.
See, here’s the thing. When you’re a parent of a young child, sometimes you feel like an impostor. Sometimes you get overwhelmed. Sometimes you have no idea how to keep up with your child’s boundless imagination. Sometimes you don’t know how to play with your kids. Or you don’t remember how to play, period.
But Bandit Heeler never has that problem. He never feels like an impostor. He never gets overwhelmed. And he relentlessly keeps up with the wild, hyperenergetic imaginations of his two kids, Bluey and Bingo. He knows precisely how to play with them at all times.
He is, to put it simply, an absolute blast. A delightfully funny, warmly affectionate, wonder-filled dad with a million creative ideas to make the day a magical wonderland for his kids. Like a master of improv, he says “yes, and” to every freewheeling prompt his kids give him. Which leads to a hundred hysterically fun play scenarios that delight everyone involved.
But here’s the thing that I have to regularly remind myself of so that I don’t go off the rails with jealousy toward this radiant epitome of fatherhood.
Bandit Heeler has a whole team of screenwriters.
They feed him lines. Can you imagine being fed lines? How wonderful that would be? A group of extra-caffeinated people in a writer’s room, telling you exactly what to say to every goofy play prompt given to you by your kids with their goofy, untethered imagination? It would be a dream come true!
I can’t tell you how often I wish I had even one mildly talented screenwriter in my earpiece, telling me the most clever and creative way to respond to my kids when they want to play something imagination-based. Oh how helpful and confidence-boosting it would be to have that kind of assistance.
Parenting is one of the most exhausting human endeavors on Earth. It saps you of your best self, even while utterly demanding of you that very thing at all times. For only a small portion of each day do you have the luxury of radiating your best energy. The rest of it, you’re worn down by the act of parenting. Because you are in demand constantly.
(To be clear, this is especially true of stay-at-home parents. God bless them all in their noble, eviscerating endeavor. It’s the hardest job on earth, tied with being a teacher.)
Bandit Heeler’s mind and body, on the other hand, are inexhaustible. Which means he’s a different breed than the rest of us — even beyond the whole, you know, canine thing. By virtue of being animated and screenwritten, he can do and say all the things that we parents can only dream of having the energy and sheer cleverness to do and say.
Bandit is the golden ideal of fatherhood. He is what I aspire to be in my best, most lucid moments. And for that I admire him. Even while I’m chewed up with resentment of how he makes the rest of us regular, non-animated dads look so boring.
No matter how much I resent him, though, I’ll never stop watching the show. It’s a bona fide masterpiece of creative, aspirational writing.
Just like Bandit himself.