I walk through the front door and peer into the front room. Hands behind his back, lil pop belly sticking out fixated with team umi zumi on the telly . I shout hello and his head turns. His eyes light up he cries out Dad-eeeeee, sucks his bottom lip in…
Every evening I walk through the door and as soon as he lays his brown eyes on me he points and calls “Dada”. What generally follows (if he is out of the bath that is) is a run to me, arms open – I lift him up and he rests…
Emotions. Vulnerability. Embracing hurt, pain and grief. These are things that have been taught to certain men and generations of men to hide and tuck away. Being emotional or showing emotions is feminine. Men don’t cry. Who wants to see a man cry? It’s weak. I’m sure you’ve heard these…
My daughter is 3!!! where did that come from??? While I am aware that time flies – also learning to cherish every moment and season for what it is! it still does not change the madness of the reality of how quickly it’s all going. Her heart is warm, I…