I had the opportunity to attend the the first annual DadSLAM.
At least, that’s what I’m calling it. Because I am definitely siding with the group of Dads who want to keep this very special breakout session alive in all future Dad2Summit events.
I really wasn’t sure what I was getting into. The facts were that I didn’t attend the über fabulous “Night at the Museum,” because work objectives were calling my name for some one-on-one time. And even though I wasn’t done (I never really “get done” with work, if you know what I mean), I was compelled to push my TODO list aside and engage in whatever this “Dads read their blogs” event was all about.
And I am so glad I did.
Each reading was unique. I laughed. I cried. I chuckled at all the curse words floating in the air. I appreciated the opportunity to hear and empathize with the effort to reach beyond what is easy. To parent so EFFING well, that you earn the admiration of your kids.
I stayed until the end, eager to hear each individual’s story.
A new friend of mine had the opportunity to read last. His post talked about his past (so many difficult and sad memories) and how the people from his past have made an impact on his life. And how when he looks in the mirror, though he sees the memories in his mind, when he looks in the mirror, he sees the best of all of them in himself.
“When I look in the mirror, I am happy with who I see. When I look in the mirror, I see me.”
So much love. And an active mindset of embracing a positive outlook in order to move forward.
I reflected on all of the stories shared, the hearts bared, the emotions raged – the shades of anger, fear, and loss. And always, there’s the love that wins and shines through the hearts of people with a passion to move forward.
It was an honor to share time and space with these people, these Dads. I acknowledge being in the midst of greatness.