The Rebirth of Pop Rules

I know that I have not written in forever. As someone who has now achieved his goal of working in social media, I am acutely aware of what a faux pas that is. However, it has taken me awhile to settle into my new role as a hard working Dad. Trust me, it is much better than my previous role of unemployed Dad.

As the parade that is my life continues to evolve, so too must this blog. With limited time, comes shorter posting. I have decided to use more video, shorter posts and leave a “motto for the day” at the end.

Just call me the Seth Godin of Dads.

Motto: Nobody’s perfect. If you mess up, make amends and keep loving. Your kids will forgive.

This rendition of Old MacDonald didn’t get off to the smoothest of starts.

Yes, the anniversary of Michael Jackson’s death was just last week. But that title is not an homage to him (though Thriller was the first album cassette tape I ever owned). Nope, just click the video and you will see what I’m talking about.

Somehow ABCs aren’t as easy as we think when we’re two.

(Note: I wrote this post before Father’s Day. However, this being my first Father’s Day that my daughter is old enough to celebrate and understand, there was an unexpected event–in a good way–that caused the delay in this post. Never fear. I did call my dads yesterday.)

Divorce.

It’s an ugly word in our society. In some societies and religion, it is outright banned. But I’m living proof that it does not have to be.

My mother and father got divorced when I was young. And like any kid still in single-digit years, there were plenty of times when I did not understand what was going on. But here’s the thing: My parents acted like adults. That’s the key. They always kept mine and my brother’s interests/well being first and foremost.

My mother did not snatch us kids and run off, never allowing my father to see us again. And my father never abandoned us. In fact, when my stepfather entered the picture, he acted like an adult as well. When he and my mother made the decision to get married, he took us in like we were his own.

I bring this up because it is Fathers Day. Now that I am one, I realize–more than ever–how rare the relationship I have with my dads is, and how lucky I am. You see, because my parents acted like the adults that they were–no matter how trying it might have been at times–my brother and I got to flourish.

Now every Father’s Day I get to realize how lucky I really am–double lucky, in fact.

Most kids only get the wisdom of one dad–and I’m not knocking that. But I get the wisdom of two.

Happy Father’s Day Dads!