Opening Day baseball, brings teams and fan the hope that their team will come out on top and memories shared by fathers and sons.
As a dad, there are times that we tend to feel alone in fatherhood. But what a Southwest flight attendant did during a recent flight, made me realize that no matter where we are, we are all apart of a brotherhood of dads.
It was always so much easier when we didn’t have kids, or when we could push the Rookie around in a stroller while he would sleep most of the time. But even now, when he either ends up on my shoulders, complaining he has to go to the bathroom, there is something about fighting the crowds, or playing the Kazoo he picks up from the Kansas City Symphony this trip is always worth it.