A peach, like a child, is precious and often vulnerable. As children age, parents can no longer handle them like an egg in our hands.
Whenever I feel frustrated with fatherhood, I hit the pause button, and then rewind to see how I could change my children’s future.
Quietly observing my kids play and enjoy tennis, the sport I love, helps me see that I must be doing some things right as a parent.
My children require constant care and maintenance. And it’s you turn to play mechanic for this helicopter parent, bubbie.
At certain times, we all tend to “become” our father or mother. For the author, a tornado temporarily turned him into a helicopter parent like his mother.
Many a hardcore parenting style sounds really, really good in theory. But then again, in theory, communism also sounds pretty awesome.