The boys received their white belts from the jeet kune do instructor yesterday. So begins the countdown clock to ninjahood.
I’m going to print this out and hang it on our fridge.
I’m going to print this and hang it over my boys’ beds.
We did another Week In Dads Google hangout thing… Look, just know these video discussions are coming your way each week. You can either get onboard or rail against it. But, either way, it will happen. It’s like Katy Perry that way.
This week, me and how2beadad are joined by shuggilippo and itylerparkinson. This week’s topics: Adrian Peterson, divorce hurts rich kids, parenting like our parents, racist trombones and learning to say BOOOOOYAHH to life.
How parenting works.
The folks who run multi-billion-dollar companies also love to collect things like airlines, islands and politicians. Since the primary function of this job is to proclaim, “I want that!” about seemingly unattainable things, kids would fit into this role nicely. They’ve honed this skill at toy stores, ice cream parlors, gift shops and dog pounds—even ones they’ve just seen as they drive by. It’s moot whether they do it from a minivan or the back of a limo.
I did a thing for How To Be A Dad where I suggest some jobs could best be filled by kids.
[gif via Kodomo Keisatsu (Kids Police)]
ICYMI: In the latest episode of Discussing New With My Kids, the boys offer their thoughts on Scotland’s possible independence, the U.S. Court of Appeals questioning the gay marriage ban, and a new technology that enables telepathy.
And like my boys, it’s short and funny.
Diary Comic 9/6/14 Getting my daughter to ride her bike
The part where I lose my temper isn’t the part that ever goes up on Facebook.
I can’t remember who it was (maybe Dylan Horrocks?), but I saw someone saying that one way to look at Social Media is to think of your Facebook/Twitter presence as like your role-playing game avatar - a character you have created and maintain in the campaign of living a life online. My Facebook character is an easy going fun-loving Dad. He does very well in the ongoing quest to get lots of like and comments.
Keep this in mind, folks. Don’t hold yourself to an unrealistic standard. There is no standard.
I’ve had a few people tell me I don’t look like a dad. I’m not really sure what that means. What does a father look like?
I prefer to look at fatherhood as a lens than rather than a look or an age. Every dad cares for his children with his own style of love and ferocity. Some of the greatest, most engaged fathers I know look nothing alike.
Children can level a man. And they can build him up to near invincibility.
But we all look a little tired. I’ll give you that. At least I do.
charlie, a photo of me
On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, my mother-in-law woke us with a phone call. “Turn on the TV,” she said.
My wife and I used to work at a small town newspaper. The weekly publication covered things like developers destroying the county’s beautiful landscape or controversy over the planned sewage system renovation or local art shows. When we arrived at work that morning, the newsroom was quiet except for the sound of a radio broadcast. The editorial and art teams agreed to scrap the planned issue and try, for the first time in the paper’s history, to cover breaking news. In hindsight, it was the only way any of us could handle the tragedy — through the filter of work.
It seems the events of 9/11 spawned an endless chain of related tragedies. War, prejudice, sickness. Ten years later, I cry at the memory of that day and every day that followed. So, you may ask why would I or anyone else want to bring a child into a world in which there is so much pain, so much suffering, so much hate?
My answer is: I did not bring my children into a world of hate. I brought my children into the world to conquer hate.
Their boundless love can change this world. So can the love of others like them. It is my job to tell them about the horrors that occurred on Sept. 11 and other days, but also to show them how they can make a difference, how even small gestures of kindness and forgiveness can be the butterfly’s wings that create the typhoon.
On this day, I weep in sorrow for those we lost. And I weep for joy that the agents of a caring future are reading a book on my couch.
(Photo by wallyg)
We’ve started doing these crazy little podcast/web shows. It’s a few dads shooting the breeze. Anyway, we’re putting them up as videos on our YouTube channel, or if you’re in a listening mood, our Soundcloud channel. Because we’re awesome.
Youtube: GO HERE
Soundcloud: GO HERE
Stay tuned for more on this story as it develops.