Most fathers want to be heroes. And the more mythically noble our actions, the better. But we seldom measure up. For that maybe we can somehow forgive ourselves. Ideally our kids will, too.
Can you imagine watching a football game with two teams, twenty-two footballers running around; hitting the ball but doing everything they can to avoid getting near the two large goal posts on either side of the field. Quite a farcical game that would be!
Lindsey lives in NYC and co-founded her eco-friendly company, The Laundress, ten years ago following a successful career at Chanel, and has since been reviving the lost art of laundry care one person at a time.
The sun is going down. We've sung the last song, read the last book, and tucked you back into bed for the seventeenth time. The day is coming to a close and I breathe a sigh of relief.
Every kid growing up in a South Asian household knows there is a certain four-letter word you shan't utter. No, it's not the f-word, and no it doesn't rhyme with hit. It's the l-word: love.
Swishing red sequins, tap-shuffle-wing-tap, "Don't Rain on my Parade" blaring, while my dancing butterfly fluttering before me on the stage.
Very few things in adolescence are certain but there is one thing upon which most teenage girls agree, and that is, they must be sexy. They must wear the short shorts with their rear's hanging out to fit in and get attention.
I believe in fathers who love their children simply because they exist, not because they've got an accomplishment, a course of study, or a profession the father feels he can brag about.
Coming face-to-face with the suffering inside of us is an important part of realizing that you and I are not as different as we might think. It's not much, but for me it's a small but powerful endorsement for meditation.
Last Father's Day, the dog, the fetus and I gave you a fancy schmancy vacuum cleaner (clearly strategic on our part). As pumped as you were to spend some quality time with your Dyson, you were even more excited to think how you'd spend the next Father's Day as a real, live D-A-D but I bet you didn't realize all the other things you'd become.
My daughter -- my first born, the child who made me a Mommy -- is graduating Pre-K on Friday. I can't believe the journey -- that started with counting the seconds down until the day after Labor Day so I could press redial for two and a half hours just to get a school's application - is over.
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Newspapers proclaiming new grills as the perfect gift. TV ads with plates of food and cheery smiles. Pictures of grey-haired men holding grandkids.
In 45 minutes the school bus will make a quick stop at the end of the driveway and deposit a handful of overjoyed children in my front yard. In just 45 minutes, summer vacation officially begins.