Humor is my default.
Self-deprecation isn’t far behind. So when Meredith Spidel of Mom of the Year asked me to write about being Dad of the Year, the stereotypes busted through. Clueless dad. Rule-bender dad. Dad as not much more than the oldest kid dad.
Because it’s all funny, the stereotype.
But there’s a lot of substance in what we fathers do, too. The most difficult subject to write isn’t political or religious. What’s less comfortable than saying nice things – about yourself? I’ll sing my own praises off-key and mouse-quiet. But ask me to show you?
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