Tag: fatherhood

  • On Long Time No See – Don’t Hold it Against Me

    On Long Time No See – Don’t Hold it Against Me

    Son, I’m sorry. Due to some technical difficulties and a busy holiday season, I haven’t written to you. I’m not making excuses. If I wanted to figure it out, I would have. That’s on me. Let’s move on… You just turned 11 months old the other day, and holy f#*%^ing moly things have changed since…

  • On Seven Months, Scoots, and your Favorite Things

    On Seven Months, Scoots, and your Favorite Things

    Son, The other day, you turned seven months old. What this means is a. it’s been a few weeks since I’ve last written you (sorry) 2. you have lots of new skills that I haven’t mentioned to you yet d. Rogue hasn’t eaten you yet, so things are progressing nicely You can pretty much sit up…

  • On Music, Rhythm, and your Mom’s Singing

    On Music, Rhythm, and your Mom’s Singing

    On Music, Rhythm, and your Mom’s Singing A yin-yang is a symbol that is shaped like a circle that is split into two parts — one side black and the other white. Within each side of the circle, there is a smaller circle of the opposite color, and it’s meant to represent the idea that…

  • On Fear

    On Fear

    Why I won’t let fear hold either of us back.

  • On Two Months

    On Two Months

    On Two Months Reags, I promise I won’t post something about you every month. Today you are two months old, and as cliché as it is to say “how much you’ve grown” in that short amount of time, it doesn’t make it any less true. After the first month, you were still this tiny, delicate…

  • On your Grandmother

    On your Grandmother

    On your Grandmother There will be a lot of people who will be a part of your life. Your mother and I will probably be the most important, at least until you meet a girl, fall in love, and make a little blog like this one of your own. But your GM Whitt will be…

  • The First Letter to my Son

    The First Letter to my Son

    I remember being in high school and having notebooks full of poetry. One of the poems I wrote was titled “To my Son,” and for the life of me, I can’t remember what it said. The point is, I think I’ve always known I was going to have a son. I think there are a…