There’s a quiet cruelty in raising children. You’re handed an empty vessel and charged with the impossible task of shaping it into a fully functioning human being. Fatherhood, as profoundly important as it is, doesn’t come with a manual to tell you where the pieces fit or how to hold them together when they fall apart. Neither does it come with guarantees — it’s just a long stretch of hope, love, and trial and error. You patch things together as best you can, hoping that one day your child grows into someone strong, brave, wise, and sure of themselves — someone who knows they were loved every step of the way. And when that day finally comes, you realize the irony of it all: you’re proud beyond words but too old and worn out to bask in the glory of a job well done… or mend what may have been broken along the way and quietly wishing you could go back and do it all again, just to get it right.
- Journal Entry 1: Parenting is Hard. Island Parenting is Insane!
- Journal Entry 2: Homeschooling 101…
