Christmas is quickly approaching and bloggers the world over will was poetic about Santa, gift-giving, and all things related to the holiday season.
Bet you didn’t think testicular cancer would be one of them.
But the fact of the matter is this is a serious topic and it’s affected men everywhere, including someone I now consider a friend. Without reading his story and updates, I’d never know testicular cancer is the number 1 cancer among men 15-35. And while it’s one of the most treatable forms of cancer, it also tends to go undiagnosed for too long because — well, who wants to have THAT conversation with their teenager?
So while you’re decking your halls and tending to your yule log this holiday season, check out the stuffing in your stocking as well. And tell your boys to do the same. A few minutes of awkwardness is well worth the health benefits.
Consider this a personal public service announcement from me to you!
A writer named Seth Adam Smith recently penned an article called “Marriage Isn’t for You.” It has since gone viral and you can’t swing a divorce lawyer without stumbling upon it somewhere.
Seth, who has been married for a whopping 18 months to his high school sweetheart, basically says marriage is all about making the other person happy. He talks about selflessness as the key to a successful marriage, writing things like “No true relationship of love is for you. Love is about the person you love,” and “Truly, love and marriage isn’t for you. It’s for others.”
He even had a talk with his dad — which served as a turning point for Seth — in which his father dished out these gems.
“Seth, you’re being totally selfish. So I’m going to make this really simple: marriage isn’t for you. You don’t marry to make yourself happy, you marry to make someone else happy. More than that, your marriage isn’t for yourself, you’re marrying for a family. Not just for the in-laws and all of that nonsense, but for your future children. Who do you want to help you raise them? Who do you want to influence them? Marriage isn’t for you. It’s not about you. Marriage is about the person you married.”
Judging from the sheer number of you who gushed about this article on Facebook, I can see it struck a chord with many of you. Me? I thought it was an absolute crock. And a dangerous one at that.
I can write until the cows come home about my kids. I can poetically describe my thoughts regarding family, my two boys, and their early foray into brotherhood. Some of it might even be pretty good.
Or, I could just wait for my wife to capture a picture that encapsulates what it means to be brothers far better than my mere words ever could.
Shortly after I left for work this morning, my wife had to go to the bathroom. So she asked Will, our oldest, to watch Sam and make sure he didn’t tip over. This was what she saw when she came back into the room.
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I consider myself an involved father. I change diapers, give baths, and try to be as present as humanly possible in the lives of my kids despite working full time. But there are some areas in which I am incredibly lacking.
Simply put, I have no idea what medicine to give them when they get sick.
I know that sounds horrible but it’s true. The only thing I can remember taking as a kid is Dimetapp — and half the time I wasn’t even sick. I just loved the taste. Throw in my fear of pills and distrust of medicine in general, and you’ve got someone who avoids almost all medicine. Seriously. I don’t even take anything for nasty headaches, hangovers, or muscle aches after long runs.
MJ, on the other hand, is an honorary pharmacist. She’s been on so many meds for various ailments over the years and has a much better grasp on what’s what, so I’ve always left it up to her where medicine and the kids are involved. But since it’s never good to be totally clueless about a topic, I decided to get up to speed. And I figured the best way to do that is to interview an expert — in this case, my wife.
Here are the tips MJ gave me on preventing colds, and what the best medicine is if they do catch something.
“The one constant through all the years has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It’s been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past. It reminds us of all that once was good, and what could be again.”
There are two types of people in this world — people who love Field of Dreams and get choked up at the end of the movie, and heartless jerks.
Fathers, sons, and baseball. There’s just something special about America’s pastime, boys, and their dads that defies explanation. It’s the reason why I went out and bought a tiny baseball mitt when I found out MJ was pregnant, and why the first thing that popped into my head when I realized I had a son was teaching him how to play catch. And when it’s the Boston Red Sox — one of the most storied franchises in all of sports — you’re talking about a birthright which generations of fans have laid claim to and passed down to their kids. Especially in my family, where we take Boston sports fanaticism to previously unheard of levels.
Which is why attending Game 2 of the World Series with my father and brother was one of the most special moments of my life.