The reality of how my kids’ mother and I were, and are, as parents really surprised me. Our personality types and general approach to life ended up being the opposite to our parenting styles.
As we created our family and brought children into the world, I assumed we’d be those same people in our parenting roles, too. But that could not have been further from the truth.
You’re all over the doodle and ballbag, but brush up on the female body, too. Your daughter (and your partner) need you to get over yourself. My brothers and I were told fairly early on by our mother that boys have ‘doodles’ and girls have ‘fannies’.
Our friends had been bestowed with similar expertise in anatomy by their parents (or all-knowing us if they didn’t yet know), and we demonstrated our knowledge and prowess by having regular pissing contests against the concrete walls of the clubrooms at my dad’s footy club.
American writer Jessamyn West, author of The Friendly Persuasion, said, “People who keep journals have life twice”. It’s hyperbole, but appeals to those of us who want to live a life worth remembering. To live a life twice! How grand.
Journaling is something I’ve done off and on from the time I could write as a young boy. My grandmother Ann, a progressive and learned woman of letters herself, would let me read the diaries and letters of her parents and grandparents, and while I never knew them as people, their lives and thoughts came alive on the page and set my young imagination on fire.
If you don’t have your kids for the day, or part of it at least, the loneliness and sadness of Christmas as a single dad can overwhelm.
This Christmas will be the third since the mother of my children and I chose to separate, but it will be my first with my kids and me at our home on Christmas morning … I’m so excited!
From being protective of their kids to just looking after their own heart, JC Clapham outlines the real reasons a single dad might baulk at dating again.
I’m a ‘single dad’. That term can mean a few different things, and it carries a few different types of what some would call ‘baggage’.
Yes it means I’m a dad and I do the dadding on my own without a partner. And yes, it means I was once in a very serious relationship with someone I had children with, and who is still connected to my life and always will be, to some degree.
It was Saturday, March 28, 1998, when I received the news that would cast a shadow over the rest of my life.
I was 16 years old, and nothing would ever be ‘normal’ as I knew it, again. My dad had killed himself and now, 20 years on, I still have a father-shaped hole in my heart that won’t ever be filled.