Earlier today, we dropped our daughter off at college. Like her brother before her, she went and grew up on us…. And as usual, whenever a buzzer sounds, the competitor within wants a score. How’d I do? whispers the bottom-line lobe of my brain…. [S]omehow, my kids’ leave-taking has cracked open my shell. Suddenly, I can see some areas of Daddy weakness. —Hugh O’Neill —Put up the Hoop Sooner: 10 lessons of parenting from one wise guy who’s done doing the dad thing (MSN)
The time is waning that my son will want nothing more than to play Battleship and The Magnificent Race with me all afternoon. Some day I’ll make a silly joke, and my daughter won’t giggle with glee, she will roll her eyes and say, “Dad, you’re embarassing me.”
Thanks to Torill’s praise of my ongoing reviews of Into the Blogosphere, and the other bits of encouragement I’ve recieved here and there, I’ve been feeling a bit guilty that I haven’t posted another review in a few days. This article cured me from feeling that guilt. There’s plenty of time to read academic articles. I’ll work my way through that collection. Just not today.