The hard parts of fatherhood are almost never the parts people warn you about. Everyone warns you about the sleepless nights. Nobody warns you about the ordinary Tuesday when you snap at your kid over a spilled drink, then sit in the car for ten minutes wondering what is wrong with you. I have had seasons of being a dad where I felt like I was actually good at this. I have had seasons where I was just getting through the day. Both were real. This is the honest map I wish some
Some days hand you nothing but change, hassle, and things you can't control. Here's the one small habit that helps me find something to be grateful for anyway.