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.
People assume we are born this way. Our Dadness starts on day one.
It’s my edible nemesis and my new daily nightmare. Welcome to fatherhood, pops.
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.
In my head, I was forever 21 and reaching middle age just didn’t seem to fit with my persona.
When I have an internal dialogue, I can be pretty brutal.
They’re not here to make me feel better. They’re here to help my son.
This isn’t Rocket Scientry.