Tag: raising girls

My Day, Our Way

I never had Father’s Days like the ones I’ve made since becoming a father myself.

She is equal to her brother and, in my eyes, just as important.

Fireworks don’t go off for great parental achievements. There are no major awards to be handed out.

I don’t even know how we escaped. I’m surprised we’re not still playing that game today.

In this context, I barely even know what “noob” means.

It’s why my stomach gets knots. It’s why I come running.

I would be very confused by love of all of this, if only it wasn’t for one thing.

I watch though the lens of my camera and the lens of my fatherhood and can’t believe what I am seeing.

This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”

What do you do, after that entire expensive day of magic, when they scream out “shut your mouth” in a crowded Macaroni Grill?