Fathers’ eyes

The last few days I unexpectedly found some really good blog posts written by other fathers about their experiences as fathers. I am pleased to present you with these three.

  • The Abridged MBTTTR Story, posted on Must Be This Tall to Ride. I didn’t even know Matt was featured on WordPress’s own blog when I found his blog this morning. Matt has written some incredibly good posts. I recommend this one as a jumping off point to a lot of them.
    As every father knows, being a father is sometimes one of the hardest jobs you can ever have. I am married and I say that. As hard as it is sometimes, it can’t be anywhere near as hard for me as it is for Matt. The Matt whose wife left him Matt. Matt’s stories encourage me and inspire me. If Matt can do it, I can do it.
  • On being a dad – the value of consistency, posted on Holding together the jello. Mark is another father going it alone. This post serves as a great personal reminder to remember to rein it in when I’m cranky, frustrated, or otherwise less than pleasant. It is easy for me to spot when other fathers have lost it. It is not always so easy for me spot when I am headed in the same direction. Thanks for the reminder, Mark!
  • “As Long as it’s Healthy.” Why I Hate This Saying. Posted on Finding Fatherhood. Normally I wait until a blog racked up some nebulously larger number than two posts over few months before recommending others take a look. But expectant father Jon brought me back to when my son was mere weeks old in the womb.
    At the time my wife was classified AMA. Short for Advanced Maternal Age. We were told AMA also means an increased risk of Down’s syndrome. The doctor offered a test for that. My wife and I discussed it. We only needed a few minutes. We didn’t phrase it nearly as well as Jon did in his post when we declined the test, as the result would not change our minds on keeping our baby.

Are there any others you would recommend?

I'm a Zero to Hero Blogger! I wrote this for my Zero to Hero blogging challenge day twenty-three assignment.

Zero to hero: nine

Today seems to be perpetually behind day. Behind a day this morning, did day eight, then found myself still behind a day when the day ten assignment went live. But it is great to see we are already one third of the way through the Zero to Hero blogging challenge. Onward!

Today’s assignment: find, follow five

I haven’t paid too much attention to the contents of my WordPress Reader since the last time I was supposed to find new topics and blogs (or bloggers). This is a good reminder to take a look on a regular basis. As I found out later reading through the forum posts for the assignment, that is exactly the reason for this repeated exercise.

This time around, I am going to take a look at what turns up in some of the topics/tags I am following.

Topic: Cycling

  • Pedaling Prose and High Yield Life. Both of these are written by AJ, who is “a proud husband and father, an avid cyclist and a prospective writer.” I found the latter blog through a link on the first, and I am glad I clicked that link. I am looking forward to AJ’s continued observations from his bike. Incidentally, AJ made it plainly obvious I was not yet following the next topic, which is…

Topic: Fatherhood

  • Holding together the jello. Mark writes about the struggles and joys of being a single father. While blessed to not be a single father myself, my sister recently became a single mother for a reason much like Mark’s, so my imagining how hard life is as a single parent takes a little less imagination. I find inspiration in both their stories.
  • Fatherhood, Food, Faith. This one is a new blog written by the father of a brand new baby. Besides fatherhood, a couple comments in his first post caught my eye: (1) that they attend a church, but consider their real faith community to be three families who meet at each others’ houses, and (2) that their faith looks different than their parents’. I don’t know if my faith on the outside looks all that different from that of my parents or in-laws, but inside my head mine feels nowhere near the same as theirs.
  • Better Man / Better Family. Joseph Milestone writes about his ongoing work to improve himself, and by extension his family. I could use a little self-improvement myself.

I am one short of five. Egads! The clock says it is well past my bedtime. I have been reading blogs while half asleep for about least three hours now.

Hey, a quick proofreading shows I have five after all. It really is time to hit the lights already!

I'm a Zero to Hero Blogger!You have just read my day nine post for the Zero to Hero blogging challenge. Join me in using the challenge to liven up our own little corners of the web, blogosphere, or whatever the kids are calling it these days. You’ll be glad you did.


This afternoon I scrolled through my list of recent items on Facebook. One of them was from Pamela Hodges.

“Yes, it is a lie,” she wrote, as a comment to the Jon Acuff blog post she shared, entitled, “The lie we all believe sometimes.

I was casually scrolling through when I saw Pamela’s addition to my feed. But I stopped and scrolled back. Something caught my eye. Something in the excerpt of Jon’s blog post. “People younger than you will die today.”

This morning my brother-in-law died. He is… was… just a handful of years younger than me. The life of a strong, vibrant, self-reliant, drop-anything-to-lend-a-hand kind of guy stolen over the course of less than a year by diffuse systemic scleroderma.

I saw him late yesterday afternoon. A quick visit on my way home from work. He was recovering from surgery earlier that afternoon, and was looking relatively well. He, my sister, and I quickly made plans for another after-work visit on Monday, as I had to dash out to catch my bus.

“See you Monday!” I said as I headed out of his room.

As Jon says, the lie we all sometimes believe is “later.” Sometimes later doesn’t come.


The other day I registered for the Minnesota Ironman Bike Ride.

The next evening my sister-in-law called. Guess which day was selected for my nephew’s confirmation. I’ll give you a hint. May 6.

Of course. When else would it be planned?

Confirmations are the sort of thing to be scheduled well enough in advance so relatives can make arrangements to attend. At least that’s how it was done back in my day. I maybe didn’t know many of my relatives by more than name only, but they came to witness the big day anyway. They had time to plan.

April fool

Today is April Fools’ Day, the day famous for pranks. Much of it felt like I was on the receiving end of prank after prank. If only Alan Funt would have come out from hiding to announce, “Smile, you’re on Candid Camera.” In the end, probably good he didn’t. He’s been dead for 12 years, 6 months, 27 days. Perhaps his son, Peter, could have stepped in.

The day started with a chilly, dreary morning. It was supposed to be bright, at at least partly sunny, and not so cold. Ah, April 1, you got me.

The children were misbehaving, and uncooperative in getting ready for church. Pranked again.

We arrived at church, only to discover today is Palm Sunday. We didn’t expect it until next week. Very clever; we never saw it coming.

I was expecting to join a group bike ride this afternoon at 1:00. It was canceled shortly after 11:00: too cold. I checked the temperature. 46°F, though the forecast claimed it was supposed to be hi 50s, and hit 60° by noon. We didn’t hit 60° until mid-afternoon. April 1, how sneaky of you to reuse the day’s first prank.

Instead of the bike ride, the whole family went kite flying at a nearby park. It was sunny and warm enough by then to go ride bike. But I decided it would be better to go kite flying with the family. Three kites, and none of them would stay up in the air for longer than a minute. As my wife said, now we know why you would tell someone you are mad at to go fly a kite, because it’s an exercise in frustration. It was little consolation that other families at the park had the same kite prank played on them.

I could have gone bike riding on my own after that. It was warm enough, but sunset planned to cut the ride way too short. I could have gone for a short ride. But by then I felt too defeated by the day’s pranks. April 1, you win.

It is now the end of the day. Mr. Funt don’t bother popping out now, or this April fool might prank you.


My five year old son was in the tub last night.

“I don’t want to be here with only three pieces of the family.”

His eleven year old sister has been staying with her cousins this week.

I am not sure when he started referring to family members as pieces. Sometimes the dog is a piece, too. But almost always it is when he is talking about a missing piece.