Enjoyed this post, especially his joke about his "femurs"! Always great to see quality writing by fathers about today's fatherhood. As a PhD turned at-home dad turned writer, I can relate to his unorthodox journey and will check out more of his work. Thanks for posting it on Father's Day!
I love Carlos’ humor and can so relate to the anxiety of being a new parent (though my daughter is now almost 18 and my current anxiety is around being a thousand miles away from her when she starts college in the fall!)
It is strange for me to read about so many mismatch between parents and children here on Substack. I never felt my parents forcing me, or my brother to anything what I can recall. True, both of us were eager to go after challenges by ourselves. We had good grades at school, diligent in extracurricular activities, in sports, enthusiastic visitors of theatre and opera. At 81 I try to find out what the problem was with me (and my late brother).
We may have been lucky with our parents, -for sure we were. Or growing up in a miserable poor communist country after WW2 we better sticked together for better or worse. So my well kept treasures of remembrance are honey sweet and not sour. I am more than happy.
Enjoyed this post, especially his joke about his "femurs"! Always great to see quality writing by fathers about today's fatherhood. As a PhD turned at-home dad turned writer, I can relate to his unorthodox journey and will check out more of his work. Thanks for posting it on Father's Day!
Carlos is the best! You won't regret subscribing to his Substack!
Carlos, this was such a heartwarming and relatable read! Happy 1st Fathers day :)
Thanks, Gila 😊
I love Carlos’ humor and can so relate to the anxiety of being a new parent (though my daughter is now almost 18 and my current anxiety is around being a thousand miles away from her when she starts college in the fall!)
It is strange for me to read about so many mismatch between parents and children here on Substack. I never felt my parents forcing me, or my brother to anything what I can recall. True, both of us were eager to go after challenges by ourselves. We had good grades at school, diligent in extracurricular activities, in sports, enthusiastic visitors of theatre and opera. At 81 I try to find out what the problem was with me (and my late brother).
We may have been lucky with our parents, -for sure we were. Or growing up in a miserable poor communist country after WW2 we better sticked together for better or worse. So my well kept treasures of remembrance are honey sweet and not sour. I am more than happy.