“Daddy, have you ever smiled?” The question that changed my parenting.

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Me with Brady and Cameron

I’m a father to two boys, 13 and 9. It was the youngest that asked me the question which changed the way I thought of myself as a parent. He was about 5 years old at the time, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Daddy, have you ever smiled?”

I was taken off guard at first by the question. What could he mean? Of course I smile. Anybody who knows me may wonder if I’ve ever been serious.

The more I thought about it though, the kid was right.  His perception of me as not only a father, but a person, painted a terrible reality.

Don’t misunderstand, on the surface, I’m a good dad. I don’t beat my children; I hug them, kiss them, and tell them I love them. All the things we think are the important parts of being a good parent. Obviously, it wasn’t enough.

I had to take a look at myself from my kid’s perspective. I saw 5 negatives I knew I had to change to positives.

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Dear Sports Parents, Chill Out.

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I actually spent an hour online last week searching for AAU basketball teams my son could possibly try out for so he doesn’t get left behind and miss out on playing college basketball.

He’s nine.

Nine years old, and the way things are structured nowadays, I’m concerned he’s falling behind by not playing year round basketball at a high level.

How did this happen? How did I get so caught up on planning out my son’s future for him?

It’s the culture in which we live. We created it, and now we’re victims of it.

The following is a list of 5 ways adults are sending youth sports straight to Hell.

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Dear Dad — A Father’s Day Letter

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ImageDear Dad,

When I was a kid, you were 100 years old and 100 feet tall.
My world is what you told me it was. Your favorite song, was my favorite song. Your favorite teams, became my favorite teams.
I knew you were my hero, before I knew what a hero was. You were Captain America, Superman, The Incredible Hulk and Wolverine all rolled into one. That’s right, you were Captain SuperHulkerine.
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Good Job, Teach

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I freely admit it. I’ve taken teachers for granted. Sure, as a kid, you wanted the ones that weren’t too hard on you when you screwed up, or maybe
the ones who never noticed when you did.
As a parent, you merely hope they will turn your children into the smartest kids in town. We look at state rankings of schools and hope ours is smarter than that dumb school down the street. Because, by God, my kid needs to have a good job someday so I’m not supporting them till they’re 35. Continue reading