My wife's family releases a couple newsletters throughout the year. This is the latest one, and I thought I'd share.
The temptation, maybe especially because he is a boy, to say, "you're okay," or "cowboy up," or "suck it up, buttercup" simmered on my tongue. But, I didn't say any of that. I swallowed those words for two reasons.
Seriously. I don't know.
I remember my son noticing his fingers for the first time. It was fantastic. Lying with his back on the living room carpet, his nubby fingers twirled in front of his eyes like a VeggieTales baby carrot dance number. As he hunts down every inch of his tubby self, there is at least one feature he has not yet found.
"Making A Man" by Nixon Waterman is a poem I discovered not too long ago in a crusty poetry book from Goodwill. Take this opportunity to read and respond to it in the comment section below. I'm curious to hear your thoughts. It could be a word, a sentence, a paragraph or two. Let's talk!
My experience is that when I am in a rut of depression or anxiety, I sleep less, but I want to stay in bed more. I cannot find the peace needed for slumber nor the motivation needed to get out of bed, so I whirl awake in the solace of my room.
No matter how wise a person is before they have kids, a parent is bound to learn a lot in the first year. I did. Here are twelve things I learned in only twelve months of fatherhood.