A young child stands in the Pacific surf at Cannon Beach, Oregon (Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry.) Since becoming a father nearly six years ago, I’ve read a number of stories like this one — “Mom Arrested After Leaving 8 and 9-Year-Old Home Alone While She Ran To Pick Up Takeout”, from Scary[…]
I can’t select just one “favorite” photo of my Dad, but this one among them. (Copyright © 2007 by Wil C. Fry.) The thought floating in my brain this Father’s Day (my sixth as a father) is how different my fatherhood is from my Dad’s fatherhood. While my Dad’s primary role during my childhood was[…]
My wife and I, 10 years ago (Copyright © 2006 by Wil C. Fry.) A loved one informed me of a blog entry called To The White Parents Of My Black Son’s Friends (by Maralee Bradley), and asked for my thoughts on the issue. In one of my wiser moments, I said I wanted to[…]
My daughter impersonates Richard Nixon during a recent hike to the top of Enchanted Rock (Copyright © 2015 by Wil C. Fry.) It suddenly struck me a few days ago that my vocabulary has shrunk to a few dozen words. Ever since my oldest child began understanding just a few words, my repertoire of verbal[…]
A photo from each birthday, zero through five (Copyright © 2010-2015 by Wil C. Fry. Some rights reserved.) “This is the best birthday of my entire life!” said my daughter during her fifth birthday party yesterday. The phrase brought smiles to everyone who heard it. For her, the birthday meant gifts, cake, entertainment at[…]
My daughter’s first birthday. Sometimes, it feels like every meal ends with a mess like this. It’s a lot less cute after 4.5 years. (Copyright © 2011 by Wil C. Fry.) Being an overanalyzer and a listmaker by nature, as well as a stay-at-home father, I’m sometimes tempted to add up the hours spent every[…]
With my children on the Galveston Ferry (Copyright © 2015 by Marline Fry.) This is, difficult as it is to believe, my fifth Father’s Day as a Dad. Some day, I will have much more fatherhood on which to reflect, but I already have plenty. I have failed greatly in so many ways. But I[…]
I couldn’t forget this if I wanted to. But thankfully, I don’t remember it very often. (Copyright © 2010 by Wil C. Fry.) Memory is a funny thing — which is probably the main reason I began keeping a journal and also one of the reasons I became interested in photography. I’ve often shaken my[…]
I’ve noticed I’m making choices differently now that I’m a father, as it should be. It began when I was married — I could no longer make decisions based solely on my own wants and needs, but had to consider hers as well. With children, it’s even more complicated — because I have to think[…]
One thing I didn’t already know about being a father — perhaps I just wasn’t paying enough attention? — is how many strangers will try to touch your baby. And of all the things people tried to tell me before I became a father, this is one thing I wish I’d been better prepared for.
One of the things I already knew about being a parent, but which can still be surprising and sometimes frustrating, is that babies don’t always develop and learn things in a steadily increasing manner. In other words: They sometimes learn stuff and then forget it.
Here in the U.S., living a middle class neighborhood in a brand new house, with a decent income, good health insurance, and some money saved in the bank, I don’t have the same fears for my child that other fathers have had throughout history, or in less fortunate areas of the world. For example, I[…]
When I was single and childless, I was often the recipient of comments such as, “You just won’t understand until you’re a parent.” Usually delivered in a haughty, condescending tone, this statement was phrased a dozen ways, but unfailingly using words like “understand”, “know”, “know what it feels like”, and so on. At the time,[…]