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Dads’ Ski Poem

Greetings team Daddy!  Hope things are adjusting well.  For some time now I have wanted to share a poem written by one of my best friends and old ski partner.  He sent this to me after a much needed coast to coast pal call.   I have been carrying his words in my wallet for weeks now.  Every time I read it I smile.  Perhaps some of you will encounter similar conditions.  Those were true times my friend filled with the honesty that only nature and outdoor friendship provide. I cannot wait to share winter sports with our daughter! So enjoy my Pals’ bad ass ski poem its Fun!  Booter!!

 Thanks for stopping by!  The D.A.      

I’m about to burst through a mogul of pow

Riding the wind screaming on a mountain high

Dropping a line of trees and turns

Steel edges slash and my left thigh burns

What is below becomes above

Light as a feather

As peaceful as dove

The power of my will

The precision of my intent

Through a forest of iron ice

I ride knowing how to be man

My head held above the clouds

Busting through barriers bum rushing the crowds

Cresting the light of saviors

One with the creators

Nothing else we find inside can define the power when we ride

M. Wright

We are in this thing together

Hello Team Daddy, I hope you are well.  I have been really trying to do an excellent job taking care of my family and the result is this blog has suffered tremendously.  You know it’s really not easy.  Frankly I have a lot of respect for any single parent out there.  I myself have so very much to be grateful for. We have a beautiful healthy baby.  I am home full time with her, and even though we were pretty happy having duel income and no kids. (dinks)  Life at our home is much happier now with half the income and twice the love.

Back to having an even greater respect for those who do wonders with much less than I. Sometimes it is hard for us to be empathetic towards others because of our own complaints and personal drama.  But when you experience something remotely close, it clicks for you.  Don’t feel weird, that’s just the feeling of learning Bro.  Having a daughter has definitely softened my outlook and cooled my judgmental ways.

I think if we all experienced a little of someone else’s plight this world would be a little warmer of a place.  What ever happened to “it takes a village to raise a child”?  Well if you lived in our village, I don’t think you would want some of these people raising your child. Wow we really have evolved to a ME and MINE society.  Hey I can’t blame them.  If you’re not super wealthy, it takes all you have to keep things together now a day.  Why not admit that we all struggle sometimes and we all could use a little help now and then.  Just remember team Daddy. We are all in this thing together, and no one gets out alive. So do your best for your child’s future while you are here.  Help educate and try your best not to discipline. That goes for everyone, not just your little one.

 Listen if you haven’t figured it out, I still struggle with this new career of being a Dad.  It’s natural, so don’t go beating yourself up as I do at times when things don’t go according to plan.  If nothing else this blog should be an honest yet blurry eyed attempt at some true daddy journalism. So please don’t take this all as complaining, I just like telling on myself to the world. It is my intension that when you read all this, you will not feel alone and like a bad person.  But know that I promise to always be a partner in creating a better place for our children to grow up in.  If you see one of our other partners’ out there who look like the struggle is getting to them, why not lend them a hand.  It will come back to you and yours I promise.  Now that’s how you really take care of you and yours…by taking care of me and mine.   

Thanks for stopping by and have Fun!

The Daddy Adjustment

Check out the truth

 

I did not realize that there was a word count restriction on my post. So I do apologize for yesterday’s multiple post attempts. I am sensitive to bothering people and sorry if you were one of those peps. 

Please do re read take 3, it is the first part of the story.  Then check out my latest post as it finishes the thing.  Thanks for “hanging in there”! 

My old friend we miss you.  Thanks for teaching me to never follow the rules.

The whole story part 2

Someone who I admire a great deal sent me a couple of insightful yet encouraging emails.

He shared how we have absolutely no idea what it must be like for a woman to carry our child for 9-10 months inside her, then be with 24-7, breastfeeding and taking care.  Than having to leave and go off to work.  A job that I should be doing.  He also said “it is difficult to understand, or estimate the power of the instinct of a man to provide for his family”.  To be a “ROCK”.  “Bro don’t worry I have never stopped”.  And that’s why I have been absent from this blog. I have been trying to keep this whole thing together with dumb looks, silly songs and pretty crumby dinners as of late. 

So when your wife borderline despises you for making her go off to work, just be that rock of love.

Truthfully this is not what I had planned out for myself during my 20’s and 30’s.  This has been a difficult time; frankly I haven’t felt all that funny or even good about myself.  In fact there isn’t much I wouldn’t do to change things for her.  I would pull every tooth out of my head with a pair of vice grips, using nothing but a 6 pack and 4 Advil’s as pain killer.  If I could trade places with her right now…  Ok that’s kind a funny because she is a white collar girl and I just had a vision of me with my freshly done oral surgery all dressed up in a suit in her office.

 So big picture we are doing fine, and a lot better than most.  No Fox News did not do a story, but if they did they would been 100%  right for a change.    We have so much to be grateful for.

Thanks to all for your support, and thanks to whoever put up that kitty poster in grade school.

You’re Friend

 The Daddy Adjustment

Take 3… part 1

Before starting this blog I had intended to create a space for individual expression and connectivity were encouraged.  A place to have fun journaling all the adventures and learning’s of the modern day stay at home dad.  “What a great way to have fun and connect with new people with like interest” I thought. Perhaps I could provide someone with a much needed laugh or giggle, and the feeling of “you’re not alone”.  That all sounds really nice right? 

 Well as some of you have noticed I have been absent from my blog resulting in being out of communication with all my loyal readers and followers.  In my experience the first part of connecting with others is showing up.  For this I apologize for my abrupt hiatus.   I – We have gone through another “adjustment” It is my intension to turn this latest difficult challenge into honest reporting in hopes that it offer solace to someone who may have, are now, or will be soon in the same position. 

I am 40 years old.  I don’t know if any of you remember that old poster of the kitty hanging from a string by his front paws in school and it read “Hang in there”.  The one I found here online wasn’t the one I remember but it gets the point across.  For the last three weeks I have been that kitty.  I can still picture that poster stuck on a cold cinderblock school blue wall.  That environment to me as a young man was extremely ridged and in my eyes at the time flirted with a certain level of institutionalism.  But yet that kitty poster was there.  I still recall it offering me comfort, that it wasn’t all brick walls and unbending rules.  There was compassion, encouragement, and support. 

 I feel like I have been a sham, and I don’t blame Fox News for the story. For once they got it right, I have been a fraud.  “Oh look at me the modern stay at home dad”.  Check out my halfcocked recipes and funny musings”. Enjoy my first hand count reviews of baby products, and please follow my links to my Daddy Adjustment Cooking Network reviews.  All while raising a happy healthy well feed family.

 The truth is, during this time my wife was still working only half days.  Three weeks ago, you guessed it.  She went back full time.   Let me just say I was unaware of what horror laid directly ahead of me. Witnessing my wife having to go back to work for the better part of 9 hours was miserable.  She was devastated.  I was not prepared for the level of devastation.  For the first week everyday started and ended with tears.  I am NOT one who enjoys when their wife is upset. If she’s not happy than neither am I. 

 Don’t get me wrong here I tried to rock it out Daddy style.  First day back to work she came home to stories of baby and I grocery shopping and one of her favorite’s on the table Chicken Piccata.  My wife was unaffected.  “Ok I thought” second day I will break out the real guns.  I made her Favorite meatballs and homemade sauce with angel hair pasta.  She couldn’t have been more congenial and heart broken.  All the homemade meat ball s and the world weren’t going to mend this wound.