I know you resent the suggestions from others that you are not as capable of parenting as their mother simply because you are a man, or that you have somehow gone too far in the other direction, sacrificing your independence and your freedom to care for these two small diamonds.
I know you didn't expect most of this. I know you never realized how this incredible amount of love and stress and self-doubt could all stem from even one small child in your life. I know you wish you could do it better.
The only way I can explain it is to tell you that I feel like you do on Christmas morning -- every single day! I can't wait to tear off the wrapping paper, untangle the glittery ribbons and open your unexpected gifts.
My point is not to suggest your child isn't special in his own right. My point is that this is only part of the story. In preparing our young people for adulthood, we must give them a sense of the big picture
I watched my sons carefully to see if they were buying into mom's passionate ode to nature. The boys seemed to be warming up to the cicadas swarming around them when several flew up and landed on Connor. "Dad!" he yelled. "Get them off me!"
When the nurses took Atticus to the nursery a few hours after his birth because his temperature was low, it didn't occur to me to be afraid. Even when a nurse entered the room with a doctor who introduced herself as a neonatologist, it didn't trigger an alarm.
In an effort to explain why I'm so frustrated about this latest round Victoria's Secret gaffe, I made alternate versions of the "Bright Young Things" underwear, with messages that convey what goes on in a young girl's mind when she is made to feel like an object and not a person.
"Answer me this -- do you know who your child made friends with on Facebook yesterday?" Tim Woda, co-founder of UknowKids.com, poses this question whenever he discusses Internet safety with concerned parents.