As his dad, I’ve winced in worry through the years when he would dash away down the block, pull his TV off the nightstand, or try to submerge his face in the bathtub. Him? He’s cool.
Lucas marches to the beat of his own drummer. And that drummer is Dave Grohl in Nirvana smashing his drums into oblivion every morning.
It was one of the best and most timely things I ever gave her.
It’s about making your kids happy even when you don’t remember the meaning of the word. It’s about putting the smile on their faces that you wish you could put on your own.
This entire process went from a minor annoyance to a major catastrophe. Suddenly the new normal today was something that would have seemed like science fiction in February.
To quote Out For Justice, maybe it’s mood swings, maybe it’s hormones, maybe it’s the need to impose her will. Whatever it is, this little princess is turning three shades of raging.
I often say that the world should try to be a little more like my son. We’d all be better for it.
I can’t treat him like I would another child who’s disobeying me due to a lack of respect. That’s not what this is.
This is the kid who I was afraid would never be able to express his wants and needs.
You’ll have to forgive me if all of this is still a bit raw.