I used to have a baby who made various undefined noises. Nowadays, I have a fully functional toddler who can talk. That took some getting used to.Continue reading “The Talk of the Town”
I was at a family reunion last week, running after my toddler all afternoon to keep her away from the knives and power outlets. One of my cousins remarked that she’d always just let her children run free; they had to learn for themselves, didn’t they? That got me thinking.
I read ‘the Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck‘ the past two weeks. I won’t be reviewing the book itself, rather I want to take a look at how this book applies to two important parts of my own life: being a writer and being a dad.
My daughter is an only child. I have friends who have two, three, or no children, but we decided differently. I haven’t seen any single-child father’s point of view on this subject, so here’s my two cents.
When I was a kid, I used to think the future would be without pressure. I’d have a job, get home from work each day, and do whatever I wanted. No more homework, no more annoying parents, and enough money to buy any toy I liked.
Well, now I’m there, with my own job and house, a wife and a two-year-old daughter, and three cats. The pressure really hasn’t let up. On the contrary.