Every year for the past 15 years, my family has moved to Europe for the summer. They hole up in Munich with grandma, huge house, each with their own bedroom. After about a week, they all switch over to the German language, my youngest on the phone often forgetting he normally speaks English with me. It’s a great opportunity and maintains their European roots, I’m happy it’s a possibility.
It’s hard for the pure gay guy to fathom what having kids are like, must be pretty great is the thought. The reality is it’s harder than it looks and I’m not such a great dad, I’m a much better playmate or friend, I worry whether I’m providing the leadership or backbone teenage boys need. Could I be a better father and how do I do it now? I suspect many fathers wonder the same.
But that’s the thing, boys become men and men become husbands and fathers and we do the best we can. I’m doing the best I can. But I can always do better. It’s like getting one more squeeze out of that tube of toothpaste, you know it’s in there, just a bit more effort, patience and success will be at hand.
So with that in mind, I’m arranging my kids to come visit me for a week, we’ll hang out, watch TV, look around and get on each other’s nerves, but that’s what dad’s do, so I’m gonna do it. You’ll never learn to fly an airplane by reading a book.