This profound and world-altering truth is why Don’t Eat Us! exists. Every father should be required to recite this mantra before the umbilical cord is cut.
Why Don’t Eat Us!?
My son’s first three word phrase? “Don’t eat us!” He’s now four years old. But the phrase first met my eager ears two months ago.
Caleb has special needs. Some specialists call it autism. Some call it Landau-Kleffner Syndrome. Whatever it is, speech, coordination, age-appropriate behavior, it’s all been delayed.
For four years Lish, my wife, has been his #1 advocate. It’s time Dad takes the reins as well.
My family will not be devoured by circumstance. Don’t Eat Us!
Who am I?
Depending on what role I need to play, the answer changes. Work hours I’m a dentist. The rest of the week I’m a man dealing with a premature case of midlife crisis. I’m a writer. A lover. A Christian. But for the purposes of this blog…
I’m just a dad. Trying to be a hero.
I created this blog for two very important reasons.
1) I need to be accountable to my wedding vows and my values.
2) I want to nurture a community of men who can encourage one another to be better fathers and husbands. I can learn so much from you. If you can learn from my misadventures as well, then all the better.
Welcome to Don’t Eat Us! Check back often. You just may become a hero…