Before I Became a Parent

I thought I loved my godson and nieces and nephews unconditionally. I brazenly declared that there was nothing I wouldn’t do for them and I do still believe that. However, if I’m truly honest with myself, I recognize that there could be limitations in the lengths I would legitimately go for them. The unconditional love for children who aren’t one’s own is not tested everyday with an endless stream of obligations, sacrifices and disappointments — the conditions that can ultimately prove and disprove bona fide unconditional love. Continue reading Before I Became a Parent

Before I Became a Parent

Before I became a parent, I thought I was going to exceed the standard of execution and follow-through for all the methods in “Bringing Up Bébé,” “Twelve Hours’ Sleep by Twelve Weeks Old,” “No Drama Discipline” and a plethora of other parenting books in our arsenal. Also, in the nine months before a baby rendered one or both hands virtually useless (or otherwise occupied) roughly 90% of my waking hours, Carlyle had amassed a sizable hardcover and paperback library of parental self-help titles, and all of their parenting methods seemed achievable. Continue reading Before I Became a Parent

Before I Became a Parent

Before I became a parent, I was a model of efficiency and productivity. I could look back at the end of each day with an air of self-satisfaction as I reviewed all I had accomplished. My skillsets as a “glorified secretary” had already proven transferable across a variety of complex industries and demanding personalities over a 10-year period in one of the toughest corporate environments in the world. New York City. A baby would certainly be no exception. Continue reading Before I Became a Parent