Happy Father’s Day to all the Farc dads. Cheers to you for taking on the greatest adventure.

And to the would-be Farc dads:
The burdens you often hear about are noise. Nothing compares to the depth of meaning that comes with being a father. If it’s in you, go for it! The best you is on the other side.

confessions

It’s Father’s Day today, and I’ve been asking myself some big questions.
Questions about how I’m raising my kids.
About whether I’m doing enough to prepare them for the world they’re stepping into.

We live in such a complex time. And these heavy topics war, climate change, pollution, sexism, bullying, tech, AI, blockchain, money, violence, identity, sexuality, they don’t wait anymore. They show up in everyday conversations, earlier than you’d ever expect.

The other day, one of them asked, “Dad, how are babies made?”
One said, “They come out of the mom’s belly.”
The other chimed in, “No, they come out of a girl’s zizi.”
And there I was, caught between laughter and panic, trying to figure out what to say, how much to say, and whether I’m even getting it right.

The truth is… parenting today feels like constant navigation.
There’s no script. No finish line. Just this daily, evolving relationship full of questions, sometimes theirs, often mine.

it’s hard 😅

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