Old me is going to look at you and tell you I love you, and you're going to scream at me that your life is over and that I will never understand, and you're right about at least half of that. I probably won't ever understand you. But I did once. I promise.
The ridiculous downside to parenting is clear and visceral -- that's why it's so easy and funny to complain about it. But how can I explain the upside, that enormous emotional experience, which compels us to persevere?
As we approach Mother's Day this Sunday, it is time to take a moment to reflect broadly on women and their role in this world. I think the values of a culture are reflected in how women are treated, both in what society expects of them and what they value in themselves.
My sons take their seats, the motor kicks on and the swings start turning to the right in a soft, careful circle. It is their spotlight. It is as wide as a slow dance and twice as wild. Their hearts beat accordingly. They pass me by again and again. The only thing that changes is the calendar.
Just when I thought that I had heard it all, I learned about yet another disturbing trend among our teen girls. Teen girls are now afraid of having a hip dip -- a slight curve on the outside of their upper thighs.
Why is the whole world so moved by images of this embrace? A woman in the Square, moved to tears by the embrace, perhaps answered it best when she said to my wife afterward, "You know, your son is here to show people how to love."
We need to establish a firm principle: the abuse of women by men will no longer be tolerated by other men. The voices of more men need to make that perfectly clear. For boys, for young athletes, and for fathers, Steubenville should become a wake-up call.
There was a dad alone with his infant daughter and pushing a primary-colored stroller, just the two of them enjoying a stroll in the fresh air, a modern man and his wee lass! I thought it beautiful. Until I opened my mouth.
They say kids say the darndest things. But my belief is that it's 75-year-old parents who have just discovered a new movie who really blurt out classic nuggets of truth (hell, just look at Shit My Dad Says).
I had no idea what I wanted to do or be, and in many ways his passing felt like I was starting from scratch... like I had to relearn how to have Thanksgiving dinner or shop for Christmas gifts, blow out my birthday candles -- would I even want birthday candles again?
Not that I made terrible mistakes with child one or two. I hope not. But they certainly were burdened with my trial-and-error years. And some occasional misplaced focus. What they didn't get -- for sure -- was a father who realized how quickly the parenting merry-go-round comes to an end.
Being a single dad was a challenge. I was sometimes lonely, regularly exhausted and often wished my wife was around to help. But even though it was not easy to be a single parent, I'm grateful for the experience.
As an outsider, it had been easy for me to make assumptions of how fathers treated their daughters. Despite conditions and cultural attitudes that many writers decry as deeply oppressive, many find great love and comfort within their own homes.
My dad's time away with his friends was on a golf course. He never really mastered the game, but he didn't really care. That's because dad was with his guy friends, relaxing in nature, taking his frustrations out on a little white ball.