Mighty Goomah
Child's Play x2 | April 26There are only a handful of people in my life that have achieved “favorite people” status. My cousin Maggie definitely reached that level in my life. We don’t see each other often but every memory I have of her is one of joy and happiness. Maggie is just a happy, smiley person.
She also introduced me to blogging. When she first started this blogging thing, we thought… Blog? What’s a blog? And who knew then that Mighty Girl would become as successful as it is today? From that blog she has spawned an empire. She created a shopping blog called Mighty Goods and recently published a book about blogging. She is a hero to all of us wannabe professional writers.
And while Maggie and I share a love of blogging it’s our love of our kids that strikes me the most. It has been a special joy of mine to watch Maggie become a parent. We both lost our fathers at an early age and when I asked her to be a Goomah here I was curious to see how she would frame such a seminal moment in her typically concise writing style. She didn’t disappoint as her husband Bryan provides some pretty good inspiration.
I’m pleased to introduce my cousin, Mighty Girl.
So, when Matthew asked me to write something here about dads, I wasn’t sure where to start. My dad died when I was little, and my husband is a brand new inductee to the club–so my dad experience is limited.
What I do know is that little boys often grow up to be like their fathers. When I was single, I decided I wouldn’t marry a man unless I could be proud if we had a son who turned out exactly like him.
I found Bryan a few years later, and the first time I met his father, I was startled at the similarities. They had the same exaggerated facial expressions, the same easy way with people, the same solid sense of humor.
Bryan and I have been married for a few years now, and two months ago we had a perfect little boy. Hank is already watching his dad closely and starting to mimic his facial expressions. I couldn’t have chosen a better husband.
What an adorable pair! I love the name, too. Looking forward to checking out your site.
[…] Anyway, he asked me to do a guest post about fatherhood for his group site, The Blogfathers, and I was all, “Um. Matt? You know I’m a girl, right?” Conversation ensued that cleared up years of misunderstandings and shadowy family secrets, but in the end he wanted me to post anyway. Go see. […]
Bossy loves Maggie’s litmus test for men. Bossy’s was similar: “Must love the prospective mate’s life without me in it.”
That onesie is just about as darling as they come, overshadowed though it is by its wearer. (The less wordy version of this comment is: OMG Hank is so cute! OMG! His onesie!)
You’re right, Hank is an excellent name. It has served me well for thirty-seven years. (Actually, I was Henry for the first seven or eight years.) One request, though. No matter how cute you might think it sounds, never, under any circumstances, call him Hanky. There was a boy named Hank (not Henry, just plain Hank) in my daughter’s pre-school class, and his parents often referred to him — in public, no less — as Hanky. I have a firm policy of not interfering in other people’s parenting, but it took every ounce of self-control not to step in and set those people straight. Afterall, there are very few of us Hanks out there — we have to stick together.
Maggie’s eyes. And dad…”You mean your son doesn’t have a squirrel onesie? Hmm, wouldn’t've thought you’d let that one fall through the cracks.”
Can I just say - that’s the coolest onesie. I think I would wear it…
Yep, pretty proud of all of them. And isn’t Hank like
the BEST! Love you Matt and Maggie!
[…] Speaking of moms, it was a mom who put up our favorite post at The Blogfathers last week. What’s going on here? […]
Aw, what an adorable pic!
Love, love, love the potbelly!!! And those rainbow leg-warmers are way too cool. Obviously, lucky kid born into a cool family