For the past two decades, life for me has consisted of a constant push and hustle. Get up early. Some days at 4am. Exercise. Shower. School lunches & breakfast. Get kids ready. Watching the clock the whole time… in order to leave early… try beat the morning traffic… work… problem solve… deadlines… all day, ever day…
You know how it goes, right? It’s busy. And the noise inside our heads is busier.
The world is a pretty hectic place at the moment. If you’re anything like me you look at all the issues going on around the planet and you wonder if we’ll ever find some semblance of peace.
Probably not in our lifetime. So what do we do? What will help?
Maybe it’s just where I’m at right now, but I’m looking at the issues in the world today and I can’t shake the idea that most of the conflict and systematic problems could be avoided if good fathers were present. Continue reading The Yoke of Fathering
So there we were, Saturday night, 11pm… my missus and I… staring blankly at the mixer.
The birthday cake for our two-year-old daughter had just come out the oven and was cooling on the counter. The day began at 5.15am (our kids don’t quite understand why that’s illegal) and we haven’t stopped since then. Ah, parenthood.
The hypnotic effect of the butter icing swirling around in the mixing bowl was enough to begin my philosophical departure: what was life like before the birth of our kids?