What is my outcome?
Where am I going with this blog?
Why do I want to share?
Is anybody listening?
Does anybody care?
My purpose is to share my story. At times it will get ugly. At times you may want to dance with me. At times it may hate my guts. At times you will be offended. At times you may want to give me a hug. *HUG* At time you will not care weather (?) you ever read this blog again, while other times you will wonder when I plan on writing again. I know this. I expect this. I dread this.
I will be writing about my journey from day to day as a man in our world. I am many things and cover many demographics. It will specifically cover topics as they relate to relationships. These relationships start with the relationships we have with ourselves and with the rest of the world. In other words, this is about life.
A lot of what I will cover will cover my experiences in life, but especially the critical years since my divorce. I will discuss how I picked up the pieces from something so traumatic and how I was able to find the pieces to myself to piece together a greater masterpiece.
The end is the beginning.
Please share your stories. Gender is of no concern to me. I do request that you come from a place of respect. I expect disagreement from some, I hope that through our conversations you can teach me about you.
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Thank you for the comment. I enjoy conversation. Especially one in which both can benefit.I almost always come up with a better idea once somebody challenges the one I had in my mind already.
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I enjoy your blog. Keep it up.
For me, the birth of my first born was a true self realization. It is unfortunate that many fathers do not feel the commitment, the awe inspiring event of fatherhood. It is not being a father, but fatherhood which help define my role as a man. Here is the chorus to Atkins Rodney’s “Watching You”. I’ve been listening to too much country music lately.
He said, “I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool?
I’m your buckaroo, I wanna be like you.
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are.
We got cowboy boots and camo pants
Yeah, we’re just alike, hey, ain’t we dad?
I want to do everything you do.
So I’ve been watching you.”
Thank you Chuck. You got me thinking about several things with your comment.
I went to a PTA meeting today at my daughter’s school (for which I found out about only a couple of hours before it was to occur)
As I sat in that auditorium I went back to my childhood and my performances for other eager parents. My parents never showed up to those events. I believe they felt out of place as I look back at that now. I used to dance in all the Cinco de Mayo celebrations. I still remember wearing a pair of cowboys boots that my father bought for me one year and a cowboy hat. I loved them.
I wanted to be like my father. He was my hero. The image of the man I wanted to become.
As I sat there in todays PTA event I saw little men filling up the loud little arena. I saw little boys beaming with pride because they were dressed like their fathers. I wept a little.
Then my daughter came on stage with her class. It was beautiful. She was front and center. Apparently she was screaming and coaching her class to get the routine correct. This compelled her teacher to put her to where the other children could follow her lead. Pride rushed through my body. On my lap say my youngest daughter. She was scribbling her latest masterpiece: her name. Poor child has a 9 letter name, yet she was able to get it all on one index card.
I see how my 2 little ladies want to be like me. Kind of scary actually. Both are getting pretty good at dribbling the basketball. Both enjoy playing with cards and trying to perform sleights of hand. Both enjoy creating masterpieces with their art. And both have a quirky sense of humor that makes me laugh hysterically.
This makes me think consciously as to the things I say and do. I am completely aware that these years are critical to their outlook in life as they are making sense of their world. I must improve for my own good. But ultimately I must improve for them.