If it’s important to you, it will be important to them.
This morning we went for a short run and will be extending the distance daily.
As soon as we got home Fe challenged me to a game of chess. This makes me happy and giddy.
And then she went on to crush me. Bad.
One of the biggest lessons I am working to impart on the girls during the summer (because they are getting older and they are beginning to be confronted with it) is to always be aware that “haters”/critics and fans will always be in the room.
It’s all the same. Really. I shit you not. Some may argue with some of the specifics and they would have a marvelous time doing so with themselves. When I was in management (15 years or so) I couldn’t help but feel like I was parenting on some scale. Do this. Don’t do that. Oh, wait! Now you need to go into the corner. Clean up after yourself. Clean up after the customers. Wear...
Every week we discuss many things. Until recently most are black and white. Right and wrong. Up and down. One of the biggest lessons which was covered this week was that of karma. Energy. It’s one of the topics I am passionate about Anastacia did not want to let her older sister borrow her new boots. Fe asked. Ana declined for no particular reason even though she was not wearing them...
I still call them my daughter. My son. I was their daddy. They called me daddy. Things happened. Life happened. I’m still involved… as much as I can. It’s my duty as father. As a man. Now they call me by name. When asked about them by my friends I still get tongue tied. How do I refer to them? As my girls’ big brother and sister? My first daughter and son? My former step...
Perhaps this is normal. I have to be. I think of my father a lot. So much it almost seems wrong. It makes me sad. It makes me weary. Although there are some good memories as well. I look into the mirror and I see him. Staring at me. I imagine it has to do with the fact that my first memories of him were at my current age. He must have been right around 37-38. He was 31 when I first exploded on...
As she lays there's breathing very deeply I am reminded how much life really is about the small things. Read More...
“AGUIRRE!” we shout as we drive by the Aguirre Roden building on Central Expressway. Sometimes I am not paying attention when we drive past it and jump in my seat when they scream it from the back of the car. “AGUIRRE!” Family rituals. I don’t personally know Pedro or Peter Aguirre yet from the Aguirre Roden company (however one of them is a LinkedIn connection) but...
I’m sitting here listening to them breathe. I pause to focus and get emotional every time I allow myself to experience a burst of memories that take me through the last few years of life. When they were younger, that I could carry them in my forearms facing down. I imagine this is a bit tough to imagine, but trust me, it’s a precious image. They have always been small for their ages...
Be the image of what you want your children to become. Learn and be it. They love and want to be you. Respect the rule. Call it a law if it makes it easier. Read more....
I share a story from his summer of 2011 with his daughters. Lessons from the inside.