I didn’t vote for Donald Trump. I didn’t vote for his message, his temperament, or a validation of his base of followers. But like every American, I’m now stuck with the thin-skinned Cheeto and subsequent fallout from his election. That includes my son, and the goals I have for the kind of person he can be.
Our hopes, dreams, and fears about parenting will never cease, but as it turns out, we don’t have to wing it and rely on hope alone anymore.
The fact of the matter is this: whether we raise heathens, model citizens, bastards, good-for-nothings, or CEOs, they will still be our future.
People often ask us what are we going to do when we have children. What a question. How do I even begin to answer this without pretending like I have got all my shit together?
I have been thinking about you a lot lately. I don’t really know if we will be going back for another round of IVF. Your siblings are triplets and it is kind of a lot right now.
They teach us that we can make it through life’s losses in stride, no matter how tough they are and how much they hurt us.
So the boys grow up repeating the sins of their fathers.
Not because they’re bad. Just because they didn’t know better.
Being unconventional is not always easy, but it is definitely rewarding.
NFL players, I’d like to commend you on exercising your first amendment rights to free speech. That is one of many things that make our country great.
They mean that everyone they’ve ever had feelings for has turned out to disappoint them. They mean that no matter how many times they open up their heart to love, they end up getting punished for it.