I wanted to make sure that my son has someone to read with him, and make jokes with him, play ball with him, and hold his hand when he’s scared to go into his first day of gym class. I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t absent. I don’t want to helicopter, but I want to be involved.
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My Teen: A Loser Like Me
I am fairly certain that stern words and harsh consequences would only serve to strain our relationship at a time when what we need most is open communication and whatever trust we can build and maintain.
TV Murder: How My Boy Killed My Best Friend, Philip
I remember years ago, when my son still had that fresh out the womb smell, I distinctly told him that if it ever came down to the Sophie’s Choice of him versus the TV, I’d choose the TV.
Reflections of Me, My Dad in My Teenage Son
As I think about it, I am recognizing and remembering both my father and my son, for how I am reflected in who they are, and how they show up in everything I am and all that I do.
Stuffed Dog and My Son: A Tail of Love
The stuffed dog became his companion through his darkest moments. Through visits to the hospital and nightmares. Now it lays limp in my hands.
Kids Teach Dad Lessons in the Doughnut Aisle
“Never forget this. Never forget this time,” said the older gentleman. “By the time you blink, they’ll be older and you’ll be putting them in college.”