On this day, in this room, for this concert, my main goal was to make sure we stayed until the finish.
They’re not here to make me feel better. They’re here to help my son.
Fireworks don’t go off for great parental achievements. There are no major awards to be handed out.
In the end, I’m proud to say, no tables were flipped.
I watch though the lens of my camera and the lens of my fatherhood and can’t believe what I am seeing.
We walked into the crowded and cramped waiting area. That’s when my son had a meltdown.