I am a 41-year-old adult. I have a wife, a family, a career. I'm strong, confident and capable. While I don't hunt, I do engage in other manly activities such as watching sports, fixing things around the house and hogging the remote control.
Chloe was sitting in the living room one day, trying to put together a puzzle. I watched her as she'd pick up a piece, try to place it into the pieces she'd already put together and not be able to make it fit.
I keep a small bottle of mouthwash in my truck. One night, Cole was riding in the truck with me and decided to check out his surroundings. He looked at the newspaper I had sitting on the seat. He scrutinized a CD case. Then he reached over and picked up the bottle of mouthwash.
Cole and I were together the other day when out of the blue he said, "Don't get your attitude out. You can't be a big boy if you do." One of his teachers had probably said it at school and as a result, Cole learned an important life lesson: control your attitude.
Getting the children to go to sleep each night is often an exercise in frustration. If they can find any excuse - no matter how small - for getting out of bed and prolonging having to go to sleep, they'll use it.
I'll admit that before becoming a father, I had some preconceived notions about what fatherhood would be like. I figured I'd walk in the door after a long day and the kids would run up, yelling and screaming in their excitement to see me.