Music is something that has been stuck in my ear since I was a baby. Dad was a rockstar and loved classic rock. Mom loves R&B and the Motown classics. My musical interests span both and then some, which means, my kid's interests are even more expansive and I'm cool with that.
Raising girls has been quite the journey, but so far so good. Of course, I have grand plans for them to go on to do great things and change the world in their own way. In fact, I want them to be super heros. Nothing wrong with that, right?
There are all types of coaches and I as I coach two softball teams this year, I think about the "coaching" my Dad gave my brother and I growing up. He was never a big athlete, but he was athletic. We dragged him all over the place to play baseball, basketball and football. As a coach, I've taken some of the things I learned from those days and put them to work with my teams. Thanks pops.
Three years ago, a wonderful day was ripped apart by an unspeakable act. There have been a million stories from that day. Some public. Some not. Some horrific. Some inspiring. Mine is neither, but it's mine and I wanted to share it. What's your story?
Running is hard. It sucks. I'm not good at it. When I try to do it, I hate it more. I know there are a number of benefits to it, but it still doesn't make it any easier. Recently, I found a much better reason for giving this running thing a go, which makes all the sense in the world. I run so I can walk.
At what age is it appropriate to bring your kids to a wake and/or funeral? It's a situation that all parents have to go through at some point, because like the sunrise and sunsets, wakes and funerals come as often as you get older. We can't avoid them unfortunately and we can't shelter our kids from them until their adult years. It's virtually impossible.
Dads, we're awesome, but often times, we need help getting a clue. There are things that can be invented in this world that could help us, however. Here are a few items I'd like to see invented.
Today will be four years since my father passed away unexpectedly. While the pain is not as fresh as it was the evening it happened, deep scars still remain. The scars are healing, but of course, they will forever be present. Good news is that the sun is coming up. Things are looking up, and bright.
My oldest is 12 today. Yes, 12. Time really flies when you're a parent and 12 years went by in a blink of an eye. In another 12, she'll be in her 20s, independent, living her life, exploring the world and becoming whomever she wants to be because she has to power to do so. Luv ya baby girl.
My oldest will be 12 this week. Dating is right around the corner and it makes my stomach curl. This is a note to the first kid who asked for my oldest's number and to every single punk that crawls around looking to court my baby girl. It's going to be easy pal. Here's a few tips so you don't F it up.