Being a Dad is Pain

Hey Dad,

I’m writing this from the warming shed at a Michigan ski resort (Swiss Valley). Its homeschool day and I’m a non-skier since a car accident 20 years ago.

I don’t mind telling you, being a dad is a pain. Nothing against my kids…but I’d rather not be here sitting in a cold room typing on my computer with my gloves on. All the stuff I thought I might get done…I can’t without wifi.

My son’s Ike (13) and Abe (11) are having a blast and have only stopped in for a few minutes to wolf down some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that I made before we left this morning. Now, I know my boys will thank me profusely (they always do) but that doesn’t make it any less of a pain.

I’m not alone. There are plenty of moms and dads around me who have other things they’d rather be doing…but they’re here for their kids. Although I haven’t spoken to another should here, I feel a camaraderie with the dads who are helping kids out of stiff boots and pick up stray gloves off the floor.

We’re all part of this wonderful  team and we’re all doing what we were made to do…chauffeuring kids, waiting for them to finish their music lessons, and  sitting in a cold building while our kids have a blast.

You’re part of that team too, Dad. Team Familyman!!!!

Do it for the Gipper!

Todd