When I dropped my son off at preschool this morning, he uncharacteristically was upset that I was leaving him. This is his second year and never once previously did he show any signs of separation anxiety.
So I asked him, "what's wrong?"
He reluctantly conceded, "I miss Jordan." His first best friend who was no longer in his class.FULL ENTRY
It was 8 years ago that we threw a spectacular party under a big white tent by a lake in southwest Connecticut with 150 of our closest friends and family. Afterwards we were whisked off to NYC in that stretch limo, spent the night at the W Hotel penthouse where Eric Clapton frequently stayed (or so we were told). The next morning, we had breakfast on a private 700 square foot rooftop patio before heading off to JFK for the beginning of a storybook honeymoon in Italy.
It was a time of pure self-indulgence and fun. We enjoyed frequent socializing with friends, city living, travel, and copious free time. There were long walks together, lazy sunny weekends lying on the grass in the Public Garden, and quiet rainy Sundays curled up on the couch together reading the newspapers.
As you approach your fifth birthday and enter your last year of preschool, I can't help but think you're growing up too fast. I guess that’s the trend these days with all this twerking business, but that's a conversation for another day.
As a father, there's something special about having a son. Of course I love your sisters as much as you, but it’s different. They are my princesses. You, on the other hand, are my son. And there’s something intrinsic and almost primal about having a son. It’s hard to explain, but maybe someday, if you are lucky enough to have your own family, you too will feel the same way.FULL ENTRY
When my wife and I first got pregnant, we were never so excited about anything in our lives. From that initial holy bejeeezus moment when we first found out, parenthood has been nothing short of a thunderous freight train racing down the tracks of life just barely clinging to a semi-controlled rail of chaos. Getting off the train wasn’t an option, so we just held on as tightly as we could. But soon thereafter, we began to realize that we were embarking on just possibly the most challenging, beautiful, awe-inspiring, and precious journey of our lives.
Everyone's introduction to parenthood is unique and I am certainly no different. When I first wrote about my story, 93 Days, it was because I needed an outlet for the overwhelming feelings I was experiencing. But the impetus for Tubalub, was because I very quickly, even before the birth of my twin girls, began to realize that I was being treated differently by just about everyone.FULL ENTRY