I have a problem: Moms don't like me. Actually, they are downright petrified of me. Let me set a scene, from today no less: Willow and I were at Kroger. Willow was snug in her car seat in the grocery cart. We were in the produce section looking for peppers when I encountered a young woman. I nodded in greeting then pushed my cart around her and headed toward the back of the store. The woman zipped past me and ran to the cart that carried her two young daughters, an infant and a 3-year-old. She then looked back at me and pushed the cart hurriedly away. I'm used to this, having women scurry away or rein in their children whenever I approach. It's happened for years, and I acknowledge their fear in this dangerous world. Strange men are not to be trusted. But I certainly didn't expect this to continue after Willow arrived. I figured a father and his infant daughter might be less threatening. Nope. More examples: A mother walking at the park in front of me with her tw...
A father's journey to finding the right words.