Every action begins with one of the most indescribly complex things in the universe: making a choice. To quote Yoda, the initial choice for humans is often to “do or do not.” Today is the day I “do” my first blog.
Late last week amid all the messages in my tweetvalanche (www.twitter.com/@JimEMartin) a friend and colleague mentioned that he was bummed about not being able to make his daughter’s Christmas play. John is younger than I am and my oldest child is much older than his kids, all of which led me to respond with this somewhat patronizing, sage comment: “parenting is a marathon and not a sprint”.
With that comment I knew I had finally answered a question that has been rolling around in my brain: When would I start writing my parenting blog? I am a short way into what I recognize as the next stage of my parenting marathon. It doesn’t matter that I have only run 5k before and my goal is to do a half marathon before turning 50. It doesn’t matter that I am mangling the marathon metaphor to death.
It matters that I have finally found a way to explain my parenting to myself.
I am blessed, truly blessed, to be the father of 3 children, a 16 year-old and 5 year-old twins. 2 of my children live with Autism Spectrum Disorder, 1 of them on the severe end of the spectrum.
As a recently unpartnered part time father, I have had to start the grieving process for many things in a short period of time: in the last year my mother passed away, my marriage abruptly and unexpectedly came to an end, I no longer wake up and go to sleep in the same house as my children do everyday, my oldest was diagnosed with Aspergers, I’ve moved twice. And my constant companion for the last ten years, my mutt died.
My blog is about that part of my life that needs the greatest amount of energy, love and empathy; being a dad. Sure there are challenges and I want to share those and receive wisdom on how to overcome them, because my kids need a dad who is growing as a father.
My kids need a dad who is running his own parenting marathon. Care to keep pace with me?