Remember when I went to that dad blogger conference and some of you were all “What? A dad blogging conference? Huh?” (To be fair, it’s possible those people may have been asking not out of disbelief but because of a hearing problem.) Well, not only does that exist, but the Dad 2.0 Summit originally spun out of a much larger mom blogger conference, the Mom 2.0 Summit.
And just like how some moms attend the dad event, some dads attend the mom event as evidenced by this pic of my friend Whit at last year’s event classing it up around the ladies. And this year, I’ll be one of those dads… well, I don’t know if I’ll necessarily be classing it up, but whatever.
Anyway, in a little more than a week, I’ll be heading to Atlanta to make awkward conversations and stuff.
People love to give advice. We love give advice* back.
*advice = sack of angry badgers
Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.
Of course, if you ask me questions, I’ll probably totally lie my ass off.
Anon is on.
Here’s a little gem from March of 2012…
Our friend and fellow parent, who also happens to be a children’s psychologist, told us something yesterday that shocked me. She said there’s a relatively recent school of thought that suggests teaching your toddler to apologize for anything is pointless until they understand why they need to apologize, until they understand empathy or forgiveness.
I was flabbergasted. Seriously, I gasted my flabber. And I really liked that flabber.
Our friend, who does not subscribe to that theory, put it best. She said because of that specific school of thought, there’s now an entire generation of rude little shits running around. Okay, she didn’t say it exactly like that, but that’s the basic gist.
If our boys do anything for which they need to apologize, we make them do it whether they understand why or not. Because that’s teaching them the habit of caring. You know? Habits like that are good. I mean they might not understand why they need to use the potty instead of a diaper, but I’m not going to sit by and let them shit in the hallway until they understand the intricacies of human waste removal.
By the way, this friend helped me with my book to make sure I wasn’t totally making shit up.
Childhood movies taught me the most important thing of all: parents aren’t always right and they don’t always know what’s best for you.
look how many notes this thing has
Parenthood taught me the most important thing of all: We only want the best for our kids and we don’t know how to provide it, so sometimes we make mistakes.
But, in most cases, it doesn’t take a kidnapper, a boogeyman, a giant bear or a dragon for us to figure that out. It just takes our love for our kids.
(And for the record, in that first pair, that’s not really her parent. It’s her captor.)