In the last few months I’ve watch my little boy grow and develop in leaps and bounds. This year he turned three years old and, in the back of my mind, I’ve been a bit sad that he is outgrowing his toddler years. Since he has been able to walk and talk we’ve been able to bond so much as father and son, as guys and as best friends. It has been a dream come true for me. I could go on and on about the things I will miss about our toddler years because I really, really will miss them.
Now I’m seeing lots of signs that he is not my precious little toddler any more. He no longer fits perfectly in my arms, he is almost too big to rock to sleep in my arms. When we go out he often doesn’t want to hold my hand. He speaks in full sentences, sometimes surprising me with how articulate he is becoming. He sometimes prefers to play with his friends instead of me.
Consequently, I’ve been forced to find new comforts in the interaction and relationship with my ever growing son. A new favorite is that if I am not at home with him I can make a phone call and he will actually talk to me and hold a conversation with me. He loves telling stories of what has happened in the day, even though he sometimes struggles to find the words he is looking for. He also loves helping in the kitchen. He is quite independent, often insisting on doing something himself instead of getting help from us. It honestly puts a smile on my face seeing him grow up but that also comes with mixed feelings. He is growing up faster than I am ready for and that’s some what frightening. I don’t know everything there is to know in the world and I’m already getting fifty “Why”s from him every day. As he enter’s preschool in a few months I know there’s bound to be a situation I’m going to fumble. I have looked forward to fatherhood and I love fatherhood but I’ve never foreseen myself past this point. Past the stage where my little boy is no so little anymore. I have been forced to do what every man must do from time to time, adapt. So, as my son is taking three-years-old by the horns, I realize that I also have to grow up as a dad. With the comfort of the aforementioned new appreciations in fatherhood, I can now humbly pat myself on the back for turning three years old, in “dad years”. As a dad I love Twitter because it's an awesome place to share the awesome little moments of fatherhood. However, Twitter does not make it easy to go back and read, reminisce or save the great moments I've shared–and I do want to save some of these moments/tweets. So here are some of the great moments/tweets I just had to preserve in my blog because I have multiple, automatic backups for my blog and I just couldn't let them become lost in the twitterverse. They are chronologically ordered from the newest to the oldest so if you allow me to take up a few minutes of your time, here they are.
I used My Tweebo to download all of my past tweets in PDF form, if you are interested in saving your own tweets.
“My dad, your grandpa, trained himself to write when he was young. To this
day he has the best penmanship I have ever seen.” – Dad
“Wake up every day as if it were on purpose.” — Actor Will Smith in the movie Hitch
When socializing, try to hold your drink in your left hand. This will keep your right hand from getting cold or wet from your glass and ready to shake hands as you meet people.
When driving near dawn or dusk and the sun is behind you be sure to turn on your headlights. You will not need them but the on coming traffic is facing the sun and will be blinded to much of what is in front of them. By turning on your headlights you will be much more visible to them.
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