So many people like to preach about the importance of fathers in a family unit but then look down on them when they arrive pushing a stroller.
Surely he’d talk by three. When three came and went, it was surely four. It was a never ending cycle of “everything will be different next year.”
A family is made up of many people. While no member should be raised above others to define you all, no member should hidden in the shadows either.
What followed was a ten minute game of angry Twister that left us with an awful haircut and an even more awful memory.
“What must it be like when they’re all alone back at home?”
Lucas may be able to recognize some words and directions but, as a non-verbal five year old, the concept of “bless you” isn’t one of them.
The memories that matter to our kids, not to us, are the ones that make a difference
It wasn’t until recently, however, that I found myself asking that same question again in a very different way.
All eyes are on you to end it as soon as you can. It’s a moment that every special needs parent has dealt with.
So please join me here as I look at my life as a proud father and husband. Just don’t pretend like I’m doing something that most people wouldn’t.