There’s big stuff, and there’s little stuff.
Not just in cheeseburgers and historical fiction. A lot happens in parenting, and some of it … some of it, even dads can comprehend. There are little things, like the 9-year-old who struts onto the soccer pitch in goalkeeper gear just as she sees her sister do.
There are big things, too. Like when you type in your eighth-grader’s English paper for her at 10:30 p.m. and you recognize her writing voice.
With the big and little, are beginnings and ends. We often lament the ends. We lose things with the ends. No more bedtime stories. No more rear-facing car seats. No more piggyback rides or Garanimals pants or daddy/daughter dances.
Today, I’m at The Inklings of Life, where Morgan, my friend known as The Tatted Mom, has invited me to take part in the Friday Frenzy. I tell a little about the little and the big, from one dad’s view from behind the laptop and from the sideline.
Morgan included a story I told in her book, “Tatted Mom’s Guide to Not Screwing Up Your Kids.” Must reading for all parents. Come check out my piece on the little and big. Be sure to check out the Tatted Mom’s posts, too. You’ll love it there.