Category Archives: Personal

I’m tired of being thrown under the bus…

I’m relatively new to this dad blogging thing and maybe this topic has been covered before, but it is one that I really don’t understand. It seems like the ratio of “you better not say this to your wife”, “things dads should be doing”, or “dumb things dads have said in the delivery room” articles and blog posts ¬†greatly outnumber the ones that men are publishing about their female counterparts. Maybe it is because they truly are our better halves so we have less to complain about or perhaps it’s because we as men are wired to not vocalize any complaints that come to mind. Regardless of the reason I find these tirades berating men to be extremely tiresome and overall damaging to the guys that these women are supposed to love and support.

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How I became a self taught dad

My dad left us when I was around 6 years old. I remember waking up one morning and finding a note taped to the inside of our front door, it was from him. I don’t recall what was written, just that I gave it to my mom to read. I wasn’t sad or upset that he had left. There was never a close connection between us and to be honest I don’t think I can conjure up even one positive memory about him. His exiting our life was probably for the best in my opinion. Not having a dad was hard, but having a malicious dad would have been far worse. My mom worked very hard to pick up the slack by herself. She pulled 8 hours in an office every day and attended college classes at night. She continually strove to better our lives. Though financially we must have been very tight for a long time, I can’t recall ever feeling poor. She sacrificed a lot to make sure I had what I needed (and more).

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Me: On waiting to be a dad

When I was around 9 or 10 I remember laying in bed at night unable to sleep and praying for a family of my own. I was very specific too. I prayed for a wife that would love and support me. She would also have to love animals, especially cats and dogs! I asked for kids that I could hold and protect and would look to me for guidance. And as always when I would fervently wish this with every fiber of my being I could almost feel the love that would surround this home and it was so warm and powerful that even in my imagination I hardly believed that it could be real. That was 15 long (and short) years ago. At some point I stopped praying for that life and I don’t remember why. A lot of good and bad has happened in the intervening years, but God never forgot the prayers of one small lonely boy… He was just waiting for the right time to answer them. Continue reading