I didn't learn all that much on the day my son was born, other than that women should definitely get the epidural right away, out of politeness to others. But I also learned that I had no idea how we start out.
So how do I keep my son from becoming another statistic, another young person pushed to deadly means to end torment by those who think his existence is a sin, ugly, and wrong? Well, there is no guarantee that I can, but I can sure as hell try.
Oh, hey. How's it going? You look sooooooo nice today! What's that you're wearing -- pants?! Verrrrry cutting edge. They say pants are the new black. ANYHOO, i have a box of Hershey chocolate items on my desk.
"A mother is only as happy as her saddest child," the saying goes. She's only as anchored, and grounded and reassuring, too. But another part of this parenting job is to do a damn good impression of having our feet solidly on the ground.
The magic that happens over shared meals can help preserve the American family, strengthen all of its members and enrich their lives. I'm sure America's Republicans and Democrats both agree that more families should be sitting together at dinner.
Single fathers -- gay fathers, no less -- seem to be under special scrutiny lest their loving attention veer into unsavory territory. Are we so uncomfortable with male nurturing that we assume something perverse about it?