Happy Father’s Day

P.S.; Fearless Moms

A great tribute to the little women from the MEN who are trying to raise them. To the MEN who know how important it is to stay in their lives. To the MEN who value who they are and what they can become.

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Tantrum: Ferry Full of Spectators


So I decide to take a ride on NYC’s underrated treasure; le Staten Island Ferry. As we are docking into the step-borough, a father of 4 stands next to me and my lovely company. He is having quite a time getting the kids on one accord. The two girls go off and have a conversation with two other young ladies. I don’t know if they JUST made friends with them, but if so, that is AWESOME. The younger son, who the Dad shared a matching Spider-man t-shirt with, was just spewing out random facts,

Next week is Saturday Daddy.

Then there was the youngest. He was toddler age and a VERY healthy baby. Because we were stationary and waiting to dock, he was having a F.I.T (furiously insane tantrum).


Knowing that the other 3 were OK, the father…excuse me DAD, focused all of his attention on his youngest boy. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? You have to wait until the boat stops. We’re going to get off soon. What do you want? You’re just tired. You’re tired. Yea, you’re tired. You want me to pick you up? You want to get down? You’re just tired.”

Needless to say, the kid never verbalized what was wrong. Everyone else was saying to themselves, “Awwww poor baby.” While I was in a crowd of two thinking, “Awwwww, poor Dad.” And of course, “If that was MY kid… (which I have none).

But I was a victim of hindsight. Here was this MAN, there for ALL of his kids, and the youngest seed is giving him HELL. While I wanted him to do more for the distressed kid, I slightly understood he was doing all he could. And then I saw him reap the seeds of his patience. As soon as the crowd started moving, that kid was A-OK.


I then came across a great blog yesterday about a single father who judged a parent yelling at their child in the store, and everything fell into place. That man on the boat had a moment. In that moment, he did everything he could do right then and there. He picked up and put down his kid as many times as he needed. He kept talking to his child even though he would’ve had better luck with a brick wall. He stayed calm and composed. He kept a third eye and ear out for the rest of his kids. In that moment, to the untrained eye, he looked like a bad Dad. But that was JUST a moment. That man, that DAD had a parental foresight that NO ONE on that boat could see; When we get moving, he’ll be alright.

Everybody has their moments. It’s those clocked-in minutes we need to see to measure character.

“Bad Mommy!”

This is so righteous! I witnessed a situation just last night that made me grit my teeth, but I reserved judgement and it surely paid off in the final moment. Looking back AND reading this, that man handled that situation BEAUTIFULLY. THANK YOU.

Raising Hell

Last week a friend posted a blog article on her Facebook written by a single dad. As a single parent, I usually like to check out posts by people with similar situations, and so I clicked the link. I probably shouldn’t have. The post was about this ‘terrible’ man in Costco who the blogger had witnessed yelling at his small child several times, and his opinion about it. Three pages of his opinion!

I was bothered, bothered enough to comment and say so. The gist of my comment was that it wasn’t his place to judge someone else based on a 5 minute observation. It wasn’t a popular opinion. But luckily for me I have thick skin, and my sense of self-worth is not dictated by what someone else thinks of me or my opinion.
I will admit though that I spent a few days thinking about why exactly his…

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