Bill and Pam Farrel, internationally-known speakers and authors, say it this way: “men are like waffles.” In non-culinary terms, men tend to compartmentalize things…everything in our lives is neatly organized into little squares. We see the different spheres in our lives as separate, and when we plan and process, [...]
Maybe later. Not now. After dinner. Possibly tomorrow. We will see. I'm not sure if I can. I have to work. Sorry man, have a meeting. It's too late. We will try next weekend. I'm sorry, we ran out of time. It's too cold. Too hot. Too wet. Too windy. [...]
I know my words, For now he'll listen to. My actions, He'll try to mimic. Yet in the morrows, I hope he'll take my words in, Heed my morsel of wisdom. And only empower him. I hope my weaknesses, My many mistakes, He'll never go through, But learn from, to [...]
This journey we call fatherhood is extraordinary. In every way. From the birth of my first child, to the adoption of my second, to the arrival of my third, I am in awe of the little lives that have been entrusted to my care and my love. As much as I hope to teach them, they, by far, have taught me way more than I thought even possible. Through their adventures, I see the world in bright, new colors. Through their sleepy eyes, I am reminded, myself, to slow down. I relish in the pure bigness and unencumbered love they radiate towards me. How can I possibly hope to live up to their expectations of me? What can I possibly give to them that is more valuable, or at least of equal value, than the bursting joy they so freely share with me each day?
At the onset of my fatherhood, I made a very conscious effort to pay close attention to everything. In the beginning, that meant mostly the health of my wife and outfitting our home with things we would need for our twins’ arrival. It wasn’t very long before I had to prepare much more than that. That meant me…internally. As the months and trimesters went by, I saw myself intrinsically evolving into a father. The paternal instincts were budding and growing inside. Now, that’s not to say that angst, fear and uncertainty never crept in. In fact, there was a constant battle between the two extremes throughout the pregnancy. In most instances I felt relatively confident and assured that I could handle anything thrown my way. But at any given moment, that could change to doubt. Somehow, I still realized that this is probably normal and that most expectant fathers are likely to share these feelings at one point or another.
This week, in preparation for some upcoming media interviews, I asked some of our most active fathers in the GetConnectDAD ecosystem this question: “What is most pressing for us as father’s today?” First of all, I am honored with the responses from around the world, solely focused on helping me [...]
I was raised with a poverty mentality. Do not get me wrong. I am thankful for how much my parents provided and invested in me. And I want to show gratitude for what shaped me in the past no matter what happened; however, there are certain traits in your personality that you keep as a result of where and how you grew up.
Some say,”Empathy is a thing of the past; something that is lost to the new generation.” Others proclaim,”It has always been this, and that people need to stop being romantic about our past.” I am neither romantic of this idea or blind to see that we have always had [...]
It might sound cliche; however, I dare you to walk up to a soldier and say 'thank you.' I got the chance to do this today. We are on day one of a six-day vacation to Branson, MO (camping with my incredible in-laws) and we ended up stopping in St. [...]