Because trouble comes in all sizes.
I’ve been a Dad for nearly 10 years. My grey hairs and sleep-deprived appearance prove it. Yet in my rare moments of coherence, a smile emerges across my face from cheek to cheek. I’m more than just a father. And I’m thankful to the little humans in our family. You see, although science informs me my wife and I created our children, it was my kids who transformed me into a Dad.
It’s official now, I’m a parent of a child attending school. This past week my wife and I went to our first parent teacher meeting. My son’s instructor is a no nonsense tough as nails woman of Irish/Italian descent possessing decades of experience working with children. She kind of reminded me of the nuns from my own parochial elementary school days. They wielded power through a combination of discipline and intimidation…the intimidation manifesting itself via a good right hook to the head if you stepped out of line. The mere raising of an eyebrow from one of these holy warriors would result in even the most brazen student to cower in fear. Ah, the good old days.