An introduction to Jesse

I’m working on being a more organized person.  I make to-do lists.  Lists, because I sometimes misplace them.  Oftentimes I find myself combining several unfinished versions into a new ‘master’ list.  It’s ridiculous and probably has a negative effect on my ability to actually get things done, but hey, I’m working on it.

My wife is way more organized than me.  She always has been.  It’s one of the many reasons I hitched my wagon to a woman going places back in about 1999.  That was high school.  Now we have three really great children and my job for the last two years, almost, has been staying home with the kids.  We’re fortunate.

That being said, it’s a damn mess much of the time.  I hope to write a bit about our successes and failures, interesting things I encounter, and just about anything I think might spark an interest in others.  I hope a few people think it’s worth reading.

As I sit here, fully enjoying Alabama’s butt whipping, I’ve added ‘write for Eddy’s Dad Blogs on my to-do list.  Guess I’ll just cross that one off…

Welcome to The Dads Blog

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Dad

It’s a world with not as much information compared to the counterpart of mom. When I found out I was having a baby, I made it my goal to do some reading on fatherhood. The best material out there seems to be directed towards mothers. I found some good material but I wasn’t a huge fan of what I was reading. Some of it came off too preachy or too polished. It was written by psychologists, doctors and mothers. That’s not bad but it just wasn’t my what I was aiming for. Some of it was helpful but I wanted experiences, perspective and thoughts from your basic every day father or father-to-be. People I could relate to.

I set out to create something that I hope to be a little different. Over the past few weeks, I’ve spoken with multiple fathers I know. I told them my dilemma. Given my background as a blogger for another site called Wichita By E.B., an idea came in my head. Why not just create your own material and have people help you out? Find your basic every day fathers and write material that people in our own shoes would love to read. Not just dads but anybody who would like to get a different perspective. Or people bored out of their mind, sitting on the toilet and wanting something to kill time.

Thus The Dads Blog was created. I’m shocked that domain was even available. Once I purchased it, I wanted to move quickly and here we are. Over the next couple weeks, I’ll be publishing more materials from multiple fathers and guys in shoes like myself that I hope you will find helpful, enjoyable, entertaining and worth your time.

I invite any father out there with a great story to tell, a different and unique perspective to try your hand at writing. We are open to people from all walks of life. If this sounds like something you’d like, shoot me an email at [email protected].

A letter to my future child

Dear future child of mine,

We don’t officially know each other yet but I think about you all the time. Every single day, the thought of you floods my mind. There are so many questions I have.

What will you be like?

Will you have a full head of hair?

Are you a boy or girl?

Will you like videogames?

Can you please root for the Wichita State Shockers basketball team with me?

At the same time I have so many questions for myself. What we are about to embark on will be completely new for us so please be patient with me and I will also learn to be patient with you. I’ve never been a father before and really don’t know the first thing about being one. But fortunately you have so many wonderful cousins that have hopefully been preparing me for a small bit of what is about to happen. Of course being an uncle is totally different than a father but know this, you are coming into a world where you will be loved by so many people most importantly by your parents.

I’m actually sitting here on your mother’s couch typing this out and feel like I’m just rambling. It’s late into the night, SportsCenter is on as white noise and the thought of you is all my focus is on. I’m not going to lie, my eyes water up every now and then and I don’t even know why. I’m not scared; I’m not sad; I don’t even know how to explain it.  I’m just anxious. I don’t know what the future holds but I can’t wait so much to meet you and hold you in my arms for the first time.

Love,
Dad

P.S. I can’t believe I’m even typing that right now