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This blog is not just another "daddy blog." Sure I write about my son, but these pages are a record of my life. I don't just highlight the fun milestones like first steps, I also chronicle the "other stuff." The fights, the torment and the doubt that inevitably come with being a husband and father. It's not always puppy dogs and rainbows, but it is very real. And often there is beauty in the sadness, redemption in the struggle. Thank you for checking me out, giving me a try and sticking around for the journey. If you'd like to contact me you can email aaron_gouveia (at) yahoo (dot) com. |
It goes without saying if I was making a Top 10 List of Kodak Moments I’d have limitless options. There are stories, videos and pictures of meaningful occurrences involving Will. A cornucopia of Kodak moments and instances of self-discovery that have forever changed my life. That have made me alternately swell with pride and tear up with joy. Memories I will always have in my heart that will make me smile whenever I think of them. This is not one of those moments. [...] As parents we never want to see our children frightened. But every morning after Will wakes up and every night before he goes to bed, he lives out a nightmare that torments him on a daily basis. And there’s nothing I can do about it. It starts shortly after he awakens from blissful slumber. Knowing [...] [...] My “Confronting Life” article went viral over at the Good Men Project on Oct. 23, 2010. It currently has 775 comments and 678 people “liked” it on Facebook. It’s the most widely read piece they’ve had on the site and even today—four months exactly after it was first posted—it’s third on the “most popular articles [...] [...] While most of my fifth-grade peers were reading the Baby Sitters Club and Choose Your Own Adventure books, I was knee deep in Stephen King’s macabre world of murderous classic automobiles, axe-wielding hoteliers and unfortunate authors whose caretakers chop off their feet. It’s safe to say my parents were pretty liberal with what I read [...] [...] There are many things I hope to pass on to my son. A rapier wit, unrivaled intelligence, never-ending handsomeness and gargantuan manhood. But some of my traits are better left on the sideline. One such flaw of mine is the dreaded White Man’s Shuffle in place of actual dance moves. While I learned at an [...] [...] |
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