Seussical, the show my family has been a part of this summer, is coming to a close. The experience has already produced some pithy paternal parental ponderings that I have passed to my progeny to preserve for posterity.
But wait…there’s more. This one’s for my boy.
Hey Boyo,
One of the scariest jobs in Fatherdom is raising children to be emotionally stable grownups. So I, who was raised in a house of women, need to somehow steer my way through the dense fog of estrogen to teach my boy how to be a man. And not just any man, but a man of God.
Good luck, Kid. (more…)