For the first ever
He held me. He hugged me.
With a tight embrace.
Face pressed up against me.
I felt love. Pride. Joy.
For the first time ever.
He made me feel loved.
He made me feel like a good son.
Just with a hug.
He pulled me in close.
For the first time ever.
Unlike many people I have always been a really skinny guy. As you can see in the picture. The picture below was taken approximately 2-3 years ago. Interestingly enough, and I had already gained some weight from a couple of years back. I never liked that version of me. I felt like I had a better me hiding under that thin frame. Throughout the years I had attempted to work out consistently on my...
We are all products of our upbringing. Good or bad. My father was an alcoholic. Beat me. Beat us. Yet, I loved him. I wanted to be him. I wanted him to love me. As a child I never heard many words of encouragement. Much less of love. In talking to other Mexican children from my generation I’ve found it to be a theme. I needed his love! I needed his respect. I needed to know that I was...
Say what you mean. Mean what you say. People should be able to set their watches to the words you say. They should know the time of day. When I was young, we would say: Don’t just talk about it. Be about it. Don’t be a flake. No one likes flakes unless they’re in a bowl with milk. People are always taking score. Most don’t even realize it. But every time you say you will...
Post by Teevee Aguirre.
They will never write that poem. And they will never write those words They will never write about the father who wasn’t there. The father who didn’t care. who didn’t run his fingers through their hair. They will never have to write those words of pain of the father that didn’t show them how to claim their place in this world. NO! Not these girls. They will never write...
I miss them
Perhaps I need to be more in the moment. Committed. While watching Fe eat a peach today I became mesmerized by her passion for the peach. Although this may seem like an exaggeration, I promise it isn’t. She had begged me to let her eat it in the car on the way here but told her she needed to wash them first. As soon as we arrived home, she washed one of the peaches and began her moment. I...
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.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.