Valentine’s Day
By Guest + February 14th, 2011Unconditional love empowers us to endure.
Unconditional love empowers us to endure.
The opportunity to loosen the shackles for even a short amount of time can be the spark that ignites hope anew. A chance to take a sinking boat and point it home.
As a father, I’m always on the look out for new useful parenting information. Raising children creates a constant need for guidance as problems arise.
A Dad mulls over the fact that he’s no longer a rookie parent.
The flurry of activity that passed before my eyes triggered a flashback to another event filled moment in our lives. The day my daughter was born.
That’s right folks, I lie to my kids. And I do it because I love them.
Despite the fact that I have been successfully parenting my two children as a stay at home Dad for almost 2 years, I had been reduced in her tirade to a bumbling dumb man incapable of the parenting competence of a woman.
As he raced down the sidewalk furiously pedaling away on his two wheeled steed, the adjacent grass rippled in his wake. He beamed with confidence evident by a smile that seemed to light up the path outstretched before him. Intoxicated by speed, the boy seemed determined to take flight. Little did he realize he’d get his wish.
My Spidey Sense had been tingling all night. Suddenly I leapt backward completing a humanly impossible acrobatic feat while landing hard against the wall. The floor where I last stood had been crushed to rubble. Slightly stunned from the impact, my eyes burned from the dust filled smoke as I attempted to get a glance at my attacker.
For some reason I felt more father like this day then in the recent past. When I had a moment on the park bench for introspection, I realized the catalyst to my stream of consciousness, my own Dad.
I still vividly remember the day I first set eyes on my wife. I was a chronically late high school senior which meant I routinely spent time in late detention. Little did I realize my penchant for disregarding time would provide a pivotal moment of serendipity.
The deconstruction of the existence you once held dear runs parallel to the construction of the new man you are to become. Read CuteMonsterDad’s take on the ongoing Dad Revolution.