We can do this fellas. We can raise our sons to be good men.Read More
Filtering by Category: Fatherhood
The best I’ve come up with so far are truth, sacrifice, and unconditional love.Read More
As I reflect on it, treasured moments are not so rare, perhaps. The challenge for me, as for all yogis and peace seekers, is to look for and find that treasure in the moment we are in now.Read More
I don’t understand why anyone would want to keep up with the Jones’s or be really career focused. It could be just me, but that’s precisely not the type of family I’d want to be born into.Read More
On the question of why some kids lose courage as they age, what do you think?Read More
But you just did it Pops. How?Read More
Maybe what’s dangerous is not dependence on who fills our heart, but who opens it.Read More
And they may be right, but I hope they’re wrong. Right now, being away for even one day is too long, and I hope it stays that way.Read More
I guess that’s growing up.Read More
As we were playing, I involuntarily started roaring. You know, because dinosaurs roar. Or do they?Read More
I never really saw anyone in action as a parent until my friends started having kids.Read More
It is strange to be in a place where I don’t have many dreams left, and only have a desire to breathe life and love into the dreams that are already here.Read More
Saying goodbye to my family when I head to work, or they are going somewhere, is the worst.Read More
It seems the way to be a hero is to be yourself and improve yourself, even when it is hard. And paradoxically, the first step to being yourself and improve yourself is to stop trying to be a hero.Read More
My advice to you, to us really, is to make the choice to take what life throws at you over the next three years and let it change you for the better. Fight like hell when it tries to change you for the worse.Read More
“It is an act of tremendous generosity when our parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, elderly neighbors, and family friends to talk about the lessons they’ve learned from experience - especially the lessons that involve making mistakes.”Read More
For almost two years I have been writing a series of letters to my then unborn, now 14 month old son (and any other children we have in the future). I was going to publish it as a book, but there’s no reason to wait.
So here I am, I made this.Read More
When I was a teenager and collegian, the world was barely big enough for my dreams. I distinctly remember thinking a think where I aspired to be mentioned in a history book (in high school, no less - how arrogant). I wanted to be a global citizen. And I hoped that in my lifetime, our species would be travel to other planets, other stars...making my world, our world, bigger on the journey.
And then my world became one country and I wanted to be in DC. Then I graduated, and my world became one city, one state. I wanted to make a positive difference here, in the place where I was from.
And then somewhere along the line my world got much smaller. At our wedding, our whole world was in one room eating dinner and dancing. All I needed was there.
And then it got even smaller. My whole world fits under one roof when the whole family gets together (whether in Gwalior, Sanibel, Rochester, Novi, Birmingham, New York, or at one of several towns near London).
And now, smaller. My whole world is one couch.
And not just any couch, this one couch. The one I am sitting on now. The one where we brought Riley and Bo home to. The one Robyn and I bought together. The one where our friends and family gather around, play games on, conversate and relax on, drink beers around, and nap on.
This is the couch I never realized I was dreaming of.
I've gone from the planet being my world, to this one couch. And that has been a blessing I never ever expected to be grateful for.
And I still have dreams for this neighborhood, city, state, country, world, and even this galaxy. But my world...my world is this couch.
”I forgive you.”
”I love you.”
“Om, shanti, shanti, shanti...”
”You are a very capable person (son).”
”See you soon.”
“You make me wanna roll my windows down, and cruise.”
And for the first time, as of yesterday, “Mum mum mumma.”
These have been some of the best words of my life, so far.