Tag: father

I Never Thought I Would…

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.

I’m not letting him sludge his way through life. My boy looks good. I make sure of it.

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.

Frustrated and pleading, “Come on. You like Jeff Wiggle. Right? It’s a Jeff doll. Yay?” Nada.

One tiny giggle kept these three alive for over a decade and counting.

Life lessons that served me no good will serve them no good. It’s my duty, as their father, to see that.

All I want to do is spoil him, but I have to do what’s best for him.

It’s the parental curse of eternal-youth vision