I took a picture while running recently and I can’t stop staring at it. I get lost in it. My daughter’s ponytail caught mid-swing as she comfortably strides at her perfect pace. Our puppy chasing her, eager to catch up, mid-air, sprinting. Their shadows are crisply cast. The photo tells a story, not only of what’s happening but of things to come. I’m not a photographer, by any stretch. I just snapped a bunch of shots with my phone, hoping to get something good. I tried to get my own shadow in the picture, because how cool would that have been? Couldn’t do it. Even if my shadow didn’t … [Read more...]
Editor's Note: For Father's Day 2016, we asked some NYC Dads Group members to reflect on the similarities and differences between how they parent and how their our own fathers did. We received some very honest, heartfelt responses. Here are a few. My father was old school. He was not into voicing and expressing his emotions. He rarely, if ever, said “I love you” and was not into hugging. This did not make me feel unloved as I knew he felt it on some level. However, I do feel I missed out. I regularly say “I love you” to my children, and I hug them often. According to my older son, I … [Read more...]
Sounds had become muted. Screaming. My vision was flooded. Screaming. I could only try, and fail, to stem an unbidden river flowing down my face. Screaming.
+ + +I was about to learn what fear really was. “Get her in surgery! Now, now!” I thought I knew what it was to be scared. I have been in fights, car accidents, and have been told by doctors that I would die. But I was never scared before. Not really. “Sir! You have to stay here, sir!” The pregnancy had gone well so we expected the birth of our child to go smoothly. Robin ran marathons … [Read more...]