The Dad Bod Dad Blog

When my oldest son, who will be turning 9 next week, was in pre-School one of my favorite things to do was show up early with the hopes of watching him in his element.

I was reminded of these days earlier this afternoon. My youngest son, whose two years old reminds me so much of my oldest. Granted they are brothers, it’s still uncanny just how similar they really are.

I found myself in our kitchen, attempting to prepare dinner when I found myself with the burger burning on the stove as I stood watching my two boys play in the living room. Well, the baby was playing, the oldest was sleeping on the couch. From jumping over his brother, to only turn around and do it again in the other direction, to putting the magic 8 ball in his brothers palm as he dreams the dreams of a nine year old.

It amazes me how often I find myself watching my boys from the other room. It’s not to say that I don’t get on my hands and knees to play with them, but it’s times like these that I’m reminded just how much more I need to.

For the few people that I’ve let get close to me in this life they know that I grew up without a dad. It’s honestly been one of the hardest things to over come in my life. I’m 30 years old and I still struggle. I love my boys more than anything in this world, it has been my life’s dream to be a dad, and my life’s joy to be theirs.

I remember my mother saying when I was a kid that “we didn’t come with instructions”, children certainly don’t. However, I do find myself wishing for that “how to be a dad for dummies” book to come out any day now.

I pray it’s the mark of a good dad, but no matter what I do I always have this nagging feeling that it isn’t enough. Then it hits me, sometimes the best things a dad can do is be there.

Let’s say it’s a Tuesday, beautiful spring morning. Birds chirping, squirrels squirrel-ing, cars, trucks, and SUV’s are all blowing through the 4 - way stop sign in front of our house. Aka, typical Tuesday.

Regardless of the beautiful morning at hand, I was not only short with my wife, I became vengeful throughout the text-messaging-feud. Rather than trying to resolve the situation I escalated it in an immature manner.

I can blame stress on myself, or my wife, or complain about the weather, the humidity, the air pressure. It’s all bullshit and excuses. Because excuses are bullshit.

I love my wife more than she will ever know, yet I still fuck up. I try so hard not to at times that I swear just statistically speaking the universe has to have a laugh how often I’m I complete dipshit.

Here yee, here yee welcome one and all to the official Dad Bod Dad Blog. What is this blog about you ask? Well.... it’s mainly about me, my dad bod, and my experiences not only as a dad but some time travel back to when I was a “Yout” for some reference and back story as to my beliefs and actions as a father to my two young boys and also as a husband to my gorgeous wife.

I’m not the smartest guy in the world, which is quite evident in all the mistakes I have made (and will make) however, I have had a unique experience thus far in my life and it has taken me all of my 30 years to discover so much about myself, with most of those discoveries taking place over the last 2 years.

I intend to be as positive as possible, however not at the sake of the truth. Even though this is the “internet” I plan to be completely honest about the things that have happened in my life with the hopes of assisting even a single person to navigate their own rough waters when they come to them. As I said I am not perfect, my imperfections have at times led to some hilarious situations while other times it has left me and others wondering.