This is My Boy, I Got This by Luke Granato
My son, Samson (known to all as “Sonny”) has given me countless little occasions that qualify as “welcome to dad-hood” instances. Changing the first diaper in the hospital, the first bleary-eyed early morning feeding, getting puked on, getting smiled at, eliciting laughter, first mini-hoop dunk…the list can go on and on. I have enjoyed all of these experiences with my son and each one has brought me to a new level of dad-ness. It was not until nine months into Sonny’s life, however, that I had my first, “This is my boy, I got this,” moment.
Man Time by Ari Barnett
My favorite fathers experience with my son, who is known throughout our extended family as “King Anthony”, occurs every Sunday between the months of September and January. It is on those days, that my wife hibernates to the bedroom, dusts off her DVR with a week’s worth of missed programming, and lets King Anthony and I enjoy what has become known as ‘Man Time’ in our house.
Man time consists of not only watching various football games (thanks Direct TV Sunday NFL ticket) all day. It also includes tracking player statistics, stuffing our faces (me with buffalo wings, him with Similac), and learning the fundamentals of the game. ‘Man Time’ is very special to me because I remember when I was little. My father would set me in front of the TV and we would partake in the same Barnett ritual. I believe that is how I grew up to love the game of football from such an early age.
‘Man Time’ usually ends around 6:00pm when my wife calls us from downstairs for dinner. Once the calls go unanswered she eventually comes upstairs to find her two boys passed out sound asleep in front of the TV. Mommy usually gets a good laugh out of this and snaps off a few pictures. It’s ok though. Anthony and I are good sports about it. This our tradition. Every week during football season. Man time. My favorite memories of my son and I.
Reflections of Fatherhood by Seth Golder
Doing Riley’s bedtime is one of the best times I get to spend with her. During the weekdays I don’t get to see much of her; I am practically out the door when she wakes up and have at best three hours with her by the time I get home. And to be completely honest, that last hour is usually a marathon of walking around with her, bouncing her and watching Word Party on Netflix to keep her up to an hour that will let her sleep through the night. …
Months back when Uncle Josh was visiting, the two of us decided to play a trick on MJ. At the time, she was about 18 months old and Uncle Josh and I reverted back to our childhood for a few minutes.
Uncle Josh and I look quite similar.When we want to look a like, we can look pretty similar, or at least I like to think I look like J-Smooth. The kids say we look the same. After all Uncle Josh is live and in person a handful of times each year. They see him often in the computer and that be confusing when Uncle Josh shows up with cupcakes.
The first step to solving a problem is admitting you have a problem. Hi, my name is Chris. I am creating a monster. At night My Precious cries for someone to comfort her. With my busy schedule, I don’t get to spend as much time with her during the daylight hours as I’d like.
At night time, guilt piles on hard and lightens with each step I take toward her bedroom. Within moments, I’ll pick her up or climb in bed snuggling close with her pink zebra. Every night like clockwork she’s up at 11pm and 1am waiting for me to visit. Should I leave her be? …
My kids are always on my mind. Work has an interesting way of shinning a spotlight on thoughts of my children throughout the day. As a teacher, I work with nine and ten year olds. My students do things that remind me of my children. Once I leave the classroom, I go to the high school to coach 14 and 15 year olds. My players do even more things reminding me of my children. With so much happening at work, my life needs to balance out. …
The night before my precious MJ went to daycare for the first time, I should have felt good, relaxed and prepared, but I wasn’t. I was as nervous as a germaphobe at a buffet. If I didn’t have to go to work I would have turned around and brought her home to hang out with me for the day.
As I am writing this, I am shaking my head at being one of those obsessive parents. Hovering and thinking their kid is different than everyone else’s. For some reason, I think all parents have one thing in common. They all think their child isn’t common. I am no different. …
Happy birthday Jackie! You are the most special boy I know. In fact, you’re my favorite boy. Even though I say it a lot, I truly mean it. I am lucky to be your dad.
This past year has been special. You’ve accomplished so much. Most of your accomplishments have been a collection of milestones of first times and new beginnings. However, what has stuck with me the most this year has been your smile. …