You’re here, but your thoughts are a million miles away. One day, you’ll be up to talk about what that is. But that day is not today.
They can influence you, steer you, and try to mold you into what direction they want you to take. Ultimately, though, the destination you reach is yours alone.
It’s the type of thing that most of us might be afraid to talk about – myself included. So let’s talk about it.
The days of smoking in the mall, downing an Orange Julius, and watching Dr. Huxtable examine women in his basement have all come to an end.
People assume we are born this way. Our Dadness starts on day one.
Don’t tell me what cool is. I know what cool is.
It’s my edible nemesis and my new daily nightmare. Welcome to fatherhood, pops.
The days of secret parent book-readers, class cupcake parties, and one teacher to remember for the year are over. She will never have them again. That chapter closed at the start of the summer.
They eat cereal from between couch cushions, “miss” the potty, and put peanut butter in their pockets to save for later.
It’s easy to forget to make the memories when you’re busy running ragged into the ground.