A child’s fall from a tree and, eventual, ER visit helps this dad discover a parenting trick few of admit to knowing well.
We’ve become entrenched in our own need to be the most right, the greatest martyr, and along the way we’ve lost our empathy.
My son doesn’t have memories of dad spitting fire and venom. He has memories of a dad taking a breath, a knee, and a moment to listen.
Don’t measure success by your wealth or fame. Measure it by how well you handle the long, fulfilling walk down the path of fatherhood.
Modeling good male behavior may feel like an easy out for combating social ills. Angry tweets are far sexier. But the real work starts at home.
Even as I experience this unconditional, all-consuming love, I don’t get it. But it’s by far the most powerful force I’ve ever experienced.