I am a little nervous as I address you all, every person on the planet who has been parenting or otherwise caretaking kids during the pandemic. There are so many millions of you out there, including a number of whom I haven’t yet had the opportunity to meet. But what I have to say has to be said, for the sake of us parents and our kids. Since no one else is stepping forward, I will give it a shot.
Read MoreSo much of our life as a family is, while something I treasure, feels far more than the inside of one of those lotto numbered ping pong ball machines than I would like. Exciting, but also pure chaos. At some point, the notion of having an opportunity to come together to check in, discuss the good and bad, and potentially course correct, seemed like a great antidote to what is otherwise mayhem.
Read MoreI am not sharing just for the pleasure of the backdoor bragging. In fact, thrilled as I am by the early validation for my crackpot theories, (or, to use business vernacular, the achievement of product-market fit), I feel a bit sick about it all. I am sick about it because what is being revealed beyond what I even suspected is that my bright young kids have likely been starving for a greater level of mental stimulation and challenge for a very long time.
Read MoreOld dad is not sitting still. Old dad is upending the fully laden table in the restaurant, plates and glasses crashing everywhere. A pot roast flying across the room. Old dad is trashing the hotel room. My kids, like yours, are too awesome. Too flipping kick ass. And I have invested too much of freaking time in them.
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