“Can you play with me, Daddy?”
Gary had been working on a project for two weeks and in two days he had to present it to his bosses.
“Not now, son. Daddy has to finish this, okay?”
It wasn’t okay for 10-year-old Jace. Covid-19 had him doing his classes online for months now and he missed interacting with his friends. Every day it was classes in the morning, then microwaving the lunch that Mom made the night before, and then afternoon classes.
After that, he was on his own. He wished he had a sibling.
Dad was working from…
“Best. Day. Ever.”
That’s what my four-year-old daughter said in whispered glee as she sat across from me, devouring a plate full of pancakes at Silver Diner near the school where I worked.
Actually, my wife worked there too, but she was on maternity leave, as we had just welcomed our second child — our son — into the world. And this was actually an important part of the context of this Daddy-Daughter date at Silver Diner.
The last few weeks had been hectic with the birth of Jennifer’s brother. …
Every day of the workweek I make breakfast for my daughters. I let my wife sleep longer than me, mostly because I am up already, but also because she takes care of our girls during the day while I work.
So, that means I make breakfast for my family before I get ready and start working.
One thing I have learned from doing this over the years is that I can’t I have a lot of guesswork going into breakfast. Otherwise, I start getting behind. So, I remove that guesswork altogether.
How do I do that?
I don’t mean to brag, but I have superpowers. I didn’t always have them. Like most superheroes, there was a defining moment that brought them on. Superman got his when he traveled to a planet with a yellow sun. The Hulk was exposed to gamma radiation. Captain America was injected with a serum. Batman…
Batman didn’t get superpowers. He just got angry. But he doesn’t like to talk about it.
Anyway, what was my defining, superpower endowing moment? Having children. I’m not kidding. It legitimately gave me powers. Let me tell you about a few of them.
I know, it…
“For whoever finds [wisdom] finds life and obtains favor… he who fails to find [wisdom] injures himself…”
Learning comes from one of two places: wisdom or consequences. Either we’re taught from others who already have the knowledge, or we learn from the consequences of our choices.
The more “pleasant” way to learn is from others, as lessons from consequences are often taught through pain. The emotions felt in our painful experiences imprint lessons into our psyche. Emotions are the printer, pain is the ink, our heart and mind the paper.
While it may be more pleasant to learn…
It is no mystery that parenting is a hard business. Often it drives us to our knees. We love our children and we want what is best for them, but we need some real help!
I have found myself on my knees as a father way more than when I was only responsible for myself. This is a good thing and it has changed me. I want to share with you two parental prayers all dads should have on repeat. I also want to show you how praying these prayers can change the way you parent.
When the days of…
This publication was born out of my search for a solid Dad Publication here on Medium. In my search, there were plenty of people who had started publications, but they weren’t creating a community around them. And so, I decided it was time to create a publication for the Dad community.
The Dad Hammer Pub is a publication focused on helping to equip fathers. This is done by fatherhood lessons and stories about great fathers in our lives.
Through these five topics, we can help encourage each other, build up each other, equip each other…
I remember dreaming about the kind of father I would be when I had kids. You know, basically perfect. I would be just fun enough to be a cool dad, but strict enough to keep my kids in line. There were plenty of visions of front-porch conversations where I distilled pure wisdom upon them. Of course, they would hang on every word.
Well, you get the picture. I was going to have this dad thing in the bag.
I am here to tell you I was dead wrong.
I am the father of four beautiful children. I have a nine-year-old…