To prepare for our child’s approaching arrival, Emily and I recently took a birthing class.
And as we learned about the miracle of birth, Emily could barely contain her excitement. Meanwhile, I could barely keep down my lunch.
Riding an elevator shouldn’t be complicated. Yet too often it’s fraught with irritation and chaos, with people doing what (I think) they shouldn’t be doing.
And I’m determined to make sure our child is NOT one of those people.
Ever since I lost my job, I’ve been in a funk.
But a recent conversation with a friend reminded me that feeling better is as simple as changing this one thing.
I have no shortage of quirks and characteristics I hope our child doesn’t inherit from me.
In this video, I discuss one of these traits in particular — a trait that would by no means be life-shattering, but could be life-changing.
When I think about becoming a parent, this is one of my biggest fears, because I’ve never been able to connect with children.
And this lack of ability was never more apparent than the time I made an innocent 8-year-old cry.