Fatherhood: From My Father...To Becoming One

Fathers Day has come and gone. I was so busy I barely noticed. I didn't have the chance to take two breaths and look back on what being a father has meant to me or to muse on how my own father has impacted my ability to be a parent. But I guess this is part of being a parent...some days you just get through it to slide in at home plate and then collapse in a heap. Circumstances being what they are, this blog entrty will have to serve as my musings and my remembrance of fathers.

The Only Constant Is Change

Having children changes your life. Some of those changes you count on. For instance, you start sleeping in p.j.'s because you might have to get up in the night and darting naked from you bedroom to the bathroom just isn't appropriate anymore. You change your language because you want to teach your kids that they can learn to express themselves in better ways than with curse words. You know that your not going to be able to just throw on a coat to go somewhere. Going anywhere means everyone goes to the bathroom first, takes five minutes to bargain about what toys that can take, and then another five to put on shoes and coats. You know there will be homework and bathtimes and plenty of deep breaths before jumping into a fracas with parental intervention. Thats the obvious stuff.