Tag: daughter

Don’t Applaud Fathers For Being Fathers

It’s parenthood. If you have a kid, you do it.

I do it for the world and I do it for them. Messing these kids up just isn’t an option.

It feels natural at this point to throw in an “I’m sorry to say”, but I’m not.

My daughter, as the child without special needs, shouldn’t feel she has take care of him like it was her job.

I remember being excited about my new Freazy Freakies. What type of frozen tundra did I live in?

I’ve never had a relationship as special as the unique ones I have with each of them.

It’s a path I never expected to travel, but am glad I had the courage to walk it.

Being Dad is the greatest, scariest, happiest, lifetime of dread I could have ever signed up for.

The purée literally jumped four feet in the air and came splashing down on his head.

The best way I can describe days like this is that my hair hurts.