I’ll sling the soccer bag off my shoulder and think about other things. I think about more than Star Wars or disc golf. I think about more than Malin Akerman or Kesha. Real life creeps in. I think about mortgage payments and politics.
I consider the environment and high glucose readings, for instance.
Meredith Spidel’s blog, The Mom of the Year, is a beautiful account of the imperfect mom. Or, is it an account of a beautifully imperfect mom? See, it doesn’t matter. When you’re engaged and accountable and can write about it all like Meredith, you’ve eared the title.
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?
Meredith of Mom of the Year blog recently lamented the Logic of Midnight plight. It plagues mothers from Montgomery to Minneapolis, in the middle of the night. Women have a tough time just falling asleep.