This is admittedly weird: I feel actual guilt over the fact that I can’t draw my son a daily picture for his lunch. What?
I totally do. But I’m here to say that I’m becoming okay with it. And if you’re struggling with a similar emotion, I want you to feel okay and that your ability as a dad isn’t being judged because you aren’t drawing Superman for your kid every day.
I don’t remember when my son started eating solid foods. I’m not entirely sure when it was that my son took his first steps. And sure, I guess I remember his first day at preschool. But by far, the most memorable milestone he’s had so far was throwing his first Hadoken.
Look. Every kid eats food. Every kid walks. And my son’s got at least 12 more years of school. A lot of the milestones we track and obsess over as parents…well, they don’t mean much, and all they do is stress us out. But this last weekend, my 5 year old son started his journey toward total Street Fighter domination, and I will remember Saturday, July 12, 2014 – the day he threw his first Hadoken…
I was in Hawaii, vacationing with my family. Well, I was actually upstairs in my hotel room working while my family was downstairs on the beach. And clicking around the Facebook group I share with nearly 800 dad bloggers, I saw Oren’s June 3rd post titled “Cancer“.
In it, you can imagine what A Blogger and a Father author Oren Miller described; his fear, his clarity. His future – what he suspects, and what has been suspected of him. But he also described a scene that was too familiar: in 2010, his family was vacationing at a beach, and while everyone had fun, he was preoccupied with work. I read that between browser tabs…of work. From time to time, my wife would text me from down at the beach, asking if I was “anywhere close to done.”
As a parent, I rarely have to shrug and say “I don’t know.” I’m the dad. I have answers! How is this like that? I know about it. Where does so-and-so come from? I’ll tell you. As many “whys” as my son can throw at me, I’ve got answers. But I didn’t really have an answer for the seemingly most insignificant question: “where did all of our guys go?“
I still have no real answer. Not one that would satisfy a five year old.
On September 16, minutes before the Detroit Tigers, the current American League Central division champions, took the field against the Seattle Mariners, I found myself standing on the deep outfield grass of Comerica Park, waiting for my almost-seven-year-old daughter to throw me her best approximation of a fastball.
It was a heady, surreal moment, a moment where – thanks to my surroundings, my daughter’s determined scowl, and the scuffed Major League baseball in her tiny hands – all I could think about was how wonderful it was to be a father.
I know you’re only four, and I know that you can’t read. I know that I haven’t let you on my computer much, and I’m sorry. Because what I’m about to tell you is of utmost importance: it’s high time you learned Microsoft Excel.
A lot of people think that Excel is simply a tool for boring suits to map out data. Well, son, that’s partially true. But Excel is exciting and Excel can be pretty rock and roll if you trust Excel.
I’ve got a book on pivot tables that we can start reading together before bed. It’s not exactly Shel Silversteen, but I do consider it no coincidence that both the cover of The Giving Tree and the Microsoft Excel icon are both resplendently green.
Back in January, 2011, we put up a video of podcaster djWHEAT teaching his then-five year old son how to play StarCraft II.
Just yesterday, djWHEAT put up the “full episode” of his son (aptly named miniWHEAT) playing CS:GO, the latest in the Counter-Strike series. And if it doesn’t make you want to get your lil’un on an FPS, I don’t know what will.
But more than just make me think “man I can’t wait to do that with my son,” it made me mentally retread the ‘ol video games and violence conversation.
My interest might be waning in Jay-Z, but I’m still a big Shawn Carter fan.
With today’s release of Jay-Z’s new album, Magna Carta Holy Grail, some critics were hoping to hear the now-43 year old rapper and new father move his music from the streets to the stroller, so to speak.
With Jay-Z (real name Shawn Carter) spending a lot of time in the last year talking about fatherhood in the media, Magna Carta Holy Grail falls short of the expectation that instead of hearing an album about Jay-Z brushing dirt off his shoulder, we’d be hearing about him wiping off baby spit-up.
Nevertheless, since Jay-Z has been very prominent around the media discussing fatherhood, I’m happy enough knowing the topic’s on his mind.