All tagged birthday
Two years ago, I wanted a new truck. The wife and kids wanted a puppy. I ended up with a 2014 Honda Pilot Touring and the family ended up with a White German Shepherd. Truth be told, I wanted the puppy too and I'm glad we have Daisy in our lives. She's a big, loud, protective, yet loving and loyal puppy. She turned two today and it's been quite the ride.
Used Storify to capture some of the nice (and funny) notes, pictures, etc. from my day today. Thanks to everyone for making it a great one!
Today is my birthday. I'm 39. This year, in particularly, was a challenging year because of a variety of things. Despite those challenges and the emotional rollercoaster I've been on, there are 39 things -- yes, 39 -- that I've learned that will help me over the next 39 (God willing):
I'm 38 years old today. Before you blast the comments with old guy insults, just head over to Twitter and search for #bigguydroast (or just click the link).
I've learned a few things over the past 38 years. Some good, some bad. Most of which you probably already know. Regardless, I thought I'd share anyways.
In no order of importance or relevance:
Six things I've learned in six years of parentingSince my oldest daughter was born six years ago, there have been six key things I've learned as a parent that still hold true today. And as time goes by, I imagine that these six things will hold true as my kids get older.
Patience
As Axl Rose sang, patience is a virtue. Kids are going to have their cranky days and those days where they are bouncing off the walls. Match those days with moments when you're trying to do something (work, maintenance around the house, paying bills, relaxing, etc) and it's like oil and water. They just don't mix. Kids don't have an off switch so you need patience to get you through those situations where you want to explode.
Today my oldest turns six. She was 8 pounds, 10 ounces and 21.5 inches long. When she came into this world, my first thought was, "Oh man, she has a cone head. Will it always be like that?"
Then I quickly got over my immaturity and cried just like I was watching the last scene of Field of Dreams, "Dad, you wanna have a catch?"
However, while Kayla was balling because she was ripped from a comfortable, warm and secure place, I was balling because I just became a dad. There's no feeling in this world -- natural or unnatural -- that can replicate it. Ever.
