Goodness not Greatness: Raising Good Kids In A World Obsessed With Power

For our sons, it’s the possibility of homicide and suicide that haunt me most.

Everything else—the risk of brain cancer, broken legs, broken hearts, grades, sports, screens—I can handle. But those two? They rattle the cage of my soul.

These numbers come from the CDC’s vital stats. After the first year of life, the three leading causes of death for kids in Michigan are:

1. Accidents (7.2 deaths annually, per 100k)

2. Suicide (4.3 deaths annually, per 100k)

3. Murder (4.0 deaths annually, per 100k)

Even if the numbers are “low” statistically—15.5 per 100,000—they’re real. And if it’s my kid, even a low-probability event is worth preparing for.

So I keep coming back to this:

What are we actually trying to do as parents?

Every parenting decision we make—whether we realize it or not—is moving us in one of two directions:

• Path 1: Raise kids to be wealthy, powerful, and comfortable

• Path 2: Raise kids to be capable of caring for themselves and other people

These two paths can overlap. But often, they don’t. And when they come into conflict (and they do), we have to choose which way we’re heading.

Power might shield my sons from pain. But only goodness prepares them to handle life—and show up for others in it.

That wasn’t just a philosophical shift for me. It was personal. And it started in a tough stretch with our oldest son.

When It Got Real

A couple of years ago, he was in a class with a few kids who were really struggling—kids who were acting out in ways that scared others. It got physical. The teachers did their best, and eventually things got better. But for a while, the whole class was walking on eggshells.

At home, my son was clearly carrying it. He was angry, out of sorts, lashing out. It was intense. And honestly, kind of scary at times.

That’s when it clicked: I can’t control everything that happens to him. But I can help him build the tools to handle it.

I had read the books. I thought I understood this stuff. But this was the moment where theory turned into real change. I started parenting less like a protector and drill sergeant, and more like a coach. I had to let go of control, and start helping him figure things out for himself—even when it was messy.

It’s not fast work. It’s not easy. But I believe in it. And it’s why I choose Path 2. We can’t shield our kids from the world—but we can prepare them to stand in it.

OKRs for Parenting Goodness

I think about parenting like I think about strategy—aspiration, objectives, key results.

Aspiration: Raise kids who are good people—who can take care of themselves and others.

Here’s how I break that down:

• Love them unconditionally

• Be a role model—we become good people too

• Help them become lifelong learners

• Raise them in a community where people care for themselves and support others

This post is about that third one—learning. (For thoughts on how we actually become role models for goodness, I wrote this book: Character by Choice (Link).

Yes, school matters. Teachers matter. But especially as our kids get older, we have the most influence. The most time. The most moments. If we don’t step into that, even the best schools can’t fill the gap.

Here’s what I try at home—key results that help build lifelong learners.

🧠 Be There, Literally

If I’m not there, I can’t influence them.

Keep moving toward the exit.
A colleague once told me, “Don’t stop moving on your way out of the office.” Whether I’m working remotely or in person, that line helps. There’s always one more thing. But every extra minute at work is a minute I’m not with my kids—and the window’s short.

I’ll take you with me.
There’s this Luke Combs song with that line, and I think about it every time I run errands. I ask the kids if they want to come. Usually they don’t. But sometimes they do. And those little trips lead to unexpected conversations, random laughter, and small moments that matter.

Have them help.
Our five-year-old made scrambled eggs the other day. I didn’t need help, but he offered. So I said yes. These little “can I help?” moments add up. They learn by doing, and they get to feel useful—and that’s a good feeling.

Be a parking lot parent.
My wife talks about how her mom was always around the school, helping out in small ways. Not necessarily running the PTA every year—just showing up. We do that now. Not superstars, just present. It lets our kids know we’re paying attention, and we care, even from the sidelines.

💬 Be Fully Present

If I’m not truly there, I can’t reach them.

Emote and express.
When I’m anxious or angry and I don’t deal with it, it leaks out. Journaling is how I keep track of what’s going on inside. It doesn’t fix everything, but it gives me enough clarity to show up for my kids with more calm and attention.

Timebox.
I literally put family time on my work calendar for a while—dinner, bedtime, even Saturday mornings. It helped me draw boundaries between work and home. I started saying: “If I’m not going to solve this now, I’ll set it down and come back to it later.” It took practice, but it worked.

Get on the floor.
The world my kids live in doesn’t move fast. It doesn’t follow a schedule. Sometimes I have to literally get on the floor and let them climb all over me. That’s when I stop giving them attention and start letting them take it. That’s presence.

🧩 Make Them Think

If I think for them, how will they learn to work it out themselves?

Turn the question around.
When they ask me “what’s 13 + 3?” or “is that a train?” I try to flip it: “What is 13 + 3?” It makes them pause, think, guess. And it gives them practice in saying something out loud and standing by it.

No baby talk.
Never been into it, honestly. But over time, I’ve come avoid baby talk for reasons beyond just finding it irritating. Speaking to them like real people has created space for more back-and-forth, more curiosity. They ask deeper questions. They answer more fully. There’s less distance between us.

You try first.
I’m a fixer by nature. I want to jump in and do it for them—whether it’s wiping yogurt off a face or getting a book off a shelf. But now I say, “You try first, then I’ll help.” Most of the time, they figure it out. And that builds confidence I can’t manufacture.

🎓 Make Them Teach

Teaching builds mastery—and confidence.

Would you teach me?
I didn’t grow up Catholic, and my oldest has religion as part of his school day. One day, I asked him to teach me what he’d learned—and he lit up. Now I ask all my kids to teach and show me how to do things. They love it, and honestly, I usually learn something too.

What did you get better at?
I used to do full debriefs after soccer practice—like I do with teams at work. It wasn’t working. Now, I just ask: “Did you have fun?” and “What did you get better at today?” It opens up space without judgment. And sometimes, they teach me how to improve.

Can you show your brother?
With siblings, we get this beautiful opportunity to turn learning into leadership. If one kid figures something out, I’ll say, “Can you show your brother?” It reinforces what they’ve learned—and reminds them that we learn best by giving it away.

🙏 Please Share Your Wisdom

Being a Path 2 parent is an uphill climb. The patience of it is really hard. And, though I share these tactics with good intent, I don’t really know what works. None of us do.

But I figure this: we each know something that works.

So please consider sharing what’s worked for you. What you’ve tried. What’s been messy, and what’s been beautiful. Your story might be exactly what another parent needs to hear right now (namely, me!).

The road of Path 2 parenting is hard—but it’s less hard when we walk it together.

Maybe I Should Just Shut Up

My conclusion after a slump of parenting was this: Maybe I should just shut up.

Maybe my meddling between two sons, who have infinitely more experience in what it’s like to have a brother, isn’t helping. Unless they’re drawing blood, breaking bones, or veering into legitimate cruelty, maybe I should keep doing the dishes and let the hollering in our basement work itself out.

Maybe I’ve taken what Dr. Becky taught me a little too far. I should help narrate and put some scaffolding on their big feelings, sure. But maybe I can let him freak out for at least 20 seconds before I interfere and force his heart rate to lower through me and my adult voice. Maybe I can just sit here with him and just breathe for a minute, before I say something that he’s trying to express and feel himself.

Maybe if my reaction to whatever just happened carries the tone that I’m older, smarter, and more arrogant—believing my son is being ridiculous—I should take my own advice and shut up if I don’t have anything nice to say or if I can’t say it kindly right now.

Maybe when they’re excited about something—like a goal they scored, a word they learned to read, or a bug they saw on the playground—I can just smile eagerly. I don’t have to rattle off details like Wikipedia, make their moment mine, or turn it into something teachable. Maybe I can just look at them, give them my attention with my whole body, and smile eagerly.

It turns out, for an external processor of feelings and thoughts like me, learning to keep my mouth shut long enough to let a pause pass was really hard. But it turns out, it freaking works.

I always worry about letting them struggle to the point of developing depression, anxiety, or God forbid, a hopelessness dangerous enough to invite self-harm.

Yes, I need to not cross that line.

But damn, it turns out I could have avoided many of the worst moments, where I’ve been the worst version of myself, by shutting my mouth, opening my ears, and letting things linger a little before I shift into “dad mode.”

They’re smart, good, and capable young men—already. As difficult as it is to let them grow forward, something they might need from me is to stay nearby, with love waiting, but also quietly.

Sometimes, the greatest act of love for them today, and for our future selves where we’re all grown men, is to just shut up.

How to camp with young kids

My wife and I took two kids across the country to camp at North Cascades National Park - and survived! Kidding aside, the trip was hard but it was terrific, special, and full of life-long memories - which you can read about in a companion post here: Moments from North Cascades.

Don’t be afraid to go camping with kids. It was well worth the challenge. Here are some things we learned that we wanted to share with other families like us. I’ve organized our lessons into four categories:

• Tips for when you’re planning your trip

• Tips for when you’re preparing / packing for your trip

• Tips for when you’re on your trip

• Tips for after you return home

Thanks to my wife, Robyn, for adding her reflections into this post!

Our situation and trip

Here’s some context on who we are and the trip we took. Of course, apply our tips with care based on your circumstances.

We’re a family of four and a half. My wife and I, Bo (age 3.5) and Myles (1.5). At the time of our trip my wife was about a trimester into her first pregnancy (hence the “half” kid). We unfortunately had to leave our pup at the kennel. This trip was the first time our boys ever went overnight camping.

Between us, Robyn and I are pretty experienced backcountry campers, we’ve been on two backcountry hikes together and I’ve been on several trips with friends. I don’t think you have to be “experienced’ to have a great trip, we just happen to have a lot of “light” backcountry equipment from trips we took when we didn’t have kids.

For our trip we flew from Detroit to Seattle and then drove to North Cascades National Park in northern Washington. We intended to spend a few days in Seattle before heading to the park, but had to cut our trip short because of logistical reasons. Instead, after landing at SEA-TAC we had a spot of lunch, bought some supplies (camping fuel, food, etc.), and drove straight to the park.

Tips for when you’re planning your trip

The first step is picking a park and making a reservation. Most of this is very easy to research from the comfort of your couch. Here are a few filters to consider when googling and some helpful tools.

• Proximity to a city / airport - we wanted to be within 2-4 hours of a major city for two reasons, we didn’t want to fly across the country and camp for two nights and come home. Since our kids aren’t old enough to be in a tent for a week, we looked for national parks near cities. Luckily, there are plenty. Take a look at a map to get your bearings or google “National Parks within 3 hours of a city” to find blog posts like this one.

• Time of year - with two young kids you want to minimize uncertainty and risk as you’ll have your hands full just taking care of them. Look at the weather for the park at the time of your trip to get an idea of the likely weather. Again, a simple search like, “best time of year to visit North Cascades National Park” or “Weather for North Cascades National Park in August” can help you get some quick tips from fellow travelers.

• “Kid friendly” - Again googling to read posts and reviews is great here. Googling “kid-friendly national parks” or “Kid-friendly activities at North Cascades National Park” will get you plenty of great posts from other adventurous families.

• Recreation.gov - Recreation.gov is a terrific clearing house for all the national parks, forests, lakeshores, etc. If you search for a park on this site, it’ll take you to the appropriate website at the National Park Service or other governmental websites. Each park has a well curated list of activities, travel warnings (like if there are wildfires or other issues going on) and usually have a list of family-friendly activities. Recreation.gov is also how you search for campsites and make actual reservations online. Recreation.gov also has a pretty decent app which you can use to make your search a little more user-friendly. I didn’t realize this until just now, but the National Park Service also has some spify trip planning tools at FindYourPark.com, they even have a neat quiz to help find parks that you might like!

• Finding a reservation - Campsites are reserved quickly at most national parks during peak season, especially at the popular ones. I almost pulled my hair out finding a campsite that worked for us - but you don’t have to! One of my colleagues at work told me about a site that scans for campsite openings / cancellations based on criteria you specify and sends you an SMS alert when an opening is found. He said it worked well for their family and the fee was reasonable (plans start at $10). Check out CampNab for more information. Alternatively, you can google “Underrated National Parks” to minimize your competition for a campsite. Campsites at National Parks can be booked 6 months in advance so plan ahead.

Tips for when you’re preparing / Packing for your trip

• Shop at an outfitter for the big stuff - we have been members at REI for a long time. And we love it. There are plenty of team members at the store that can answer questions (and they don’t make you feel dumb) and everyone there I’ve talked to gives their personal reviews of the equipment available for purchase. Go there, and ask questions to people who do it for a living. As an example, there are a million websites talking about the minimum age for using a sleeping bag and I was confused and scared. Once I got to the store and asked someone, they advised to just wrap our little guy up in blankets or a sleep sack and put him on a sleeping pad to stay warm. Problem solved. We got the easy stuff on REI.com and Amazon.

• Involve the kids when shopping - It would’ve been easier for me to buy everything online or head to REI by myself. But we’re glad we took the kids with us, because our big kid had a blast. He picked out his own socks and some of his clothes and just though REI was the coolest place ever. By being there he started to get excited for the trip and feel invested in the process.

• What to buy - If you’re a seasoned camper, you probably have a solid gear list. If you’re not a huge camper, knowing what you need can be pretty overwhelming. To start, here’s a link to our gear list for our trip. Be sure to also look at the National Park Service website to learn about any special equipment you may need (bear canisters, water management supplies, etc.) for specific parks. And of course, google is your friend.

• Damn this stuff is expensive - Yes, camping gear can be really expensive, especially for your first outing. Two tips of advice here: 1) ask a friend and 2) the stuff lasts for a long time. You know who your friends are who camp. We’re kind of annoying about it, because of how much we love to talk about camping. Ask them for advice (you can also do a lot of googling obviously) and most camping people are more than happy to lend you their gear and show you how to use it. It’s just kind of an unwritten ethos amongst people who camp - we spread the gospel, so to speak. And most of the durable equipment you buy will be built to last, so think of it as a capital investment into equipment with a long useful life.

• Do a dress rehearsal - Our kids slept in a tent for the first time on this trip. We practiced pitching the tent in our backyard which was great to get them used to the idea of a tent and getting comfortable inside it. And, I had to check it was in good working order, anyway. By the time we were done with our “test run” both our boys were so excited about camping. If you have the time, you could also do one night at a nearby state or county park to really do a more realistic dress rehearsal. At a minimum, you can find some trails near your home and go for a long walk to break in the kids’ new gear and get them used to long walks outside.

Tips for when you’re on your trip

• Getting there - A lot of the basics apply here. Pack light. Buy as much as you can locally (food, liquids that can’t be legally carried on planes). Don’t put knives in your carry on. Plan extra time because kids are slow. Pack extra clothes for potty accidents. What really was complicated was how much luggage we had - don’t try to be a pack mule or a hero. Weigh your bags at the house to make sure you don’t have to shuffle supplies across bags. We also rented car seats instead of carrying our own, which was a game changer. In retrospect, I should’ve sprung for a luggage cart at the airport because I had to haul so much stuff and was exhausted before we even got to the park. Make the transit part of your trip simple so you’re not stressed when you’re actually camping.

• Sleep - if you can conquer sleeping in a tent, everything else is easy. Our first night was rough, but here are some techniques that worked:

  • Tent Expectations - Our second night, Robyn had the master stroke of proactively setting expectations for sleeping in the tent. The second night went much better than the first, mostly for that reason. Our kids just needed some calmly communicated structure.

  • Infant warmth - Myles (our 1.5 year old) was too small to have his sleeping bag. It would’ve been a suffocation hazard to put him in one. In lieu of blankets, we put him in a large sleep sack that we had for crib sleep. It kept him warm enough when paired with a sleeping pad underneath him. Don’t skimp on the sleeping pad for anyone - at just about any park the ground will sap heat from you overnight.

  • Separating the kids - At first we thought we’d put the kids between us in the tent: big mistake. Separate them if you can so they don’t egg each other on or have as much of an audience. By a stroke of luck, our oldest had to go potty after about 30 minutes of chaos in the tent, which gave me a chance to rock the baby down without any distractions. Upon Robyn and Bo’s return, Bo realized he lost his audience and was relatively quiet until he fell sleep. Divide and conquer if you need to.

  • Parental bladder management - make sure you hydrate and pee well before bedtime and go one extra time just in case. It is seriously the worst when you have to pee at four in the morning but are afraid to unzip the tent and wake up the kids that you worked so hard to get to bed!

• Potty time - Pack extra clothes, for the trip and in your day pack, for blow outs or accidents. Also, hit the potty at the trailhead (if there is one) before and after every hike. We had to turn around just before we hit the waterfall at the end of a trail because our oldest said, “hey mommy, I need to go potty.” We were so close to the end, too!

• Options for activities - Do your homework in advance and find all the options for short “easy” hikes you can. You know your kids best, so choose the distance and elevation change that makes sense to your family. Be sure to visit the Visitor’s Center and ask the Park Rangers for advice when you arrive. We found it helpful to print off a whole bunch of guides and trail reviews from blog posts we found when searching “family friendly hikes north cascades”, the official NPS website for the park, and from AllTrails.com. We spent breakfast planning the day based on the forecast, what were feeling like doing, and how fatigued everyone was. It helped to have a paper list at hand with 10-20 options to choose from.

• Calorie and water management - When you’re outside, you have to drink and eat a lot more just to be healthy, obviously. I made the mistake of letting the kids drink from a common water bottle, which was a problem because I couldn’t make sure they were hydrating enough. Having their own water bottles would’ve been smarter. Keep a close watch on exactly how much the kids are eating and drinking, because it’s much harder for them to know how much extra they need to consume and for them to verbalize what their body is feeling like. And if they’re not hydrated enough, it can cause crankiness, or worse, cause their behavior to become erratic, which can be dangerous out on the trail. Also, buy lots of trail mix!

• Be brave enough to turn around - We were on a trail, late in the afternoon and the kids didn’t nap well that day. It was hot, and as it turned out, the trail we were on was all uphill. It had a beautiful vista at the end, so we really pushed hard. About halfway up, our kids started to fade. We pressed on for a few minutes, and I quicklyrealized that was a mistake. So we turned around immediately. I was frustrated, but it was the right decision and we wished we had done it sooner. Unlike adults, kids totally shut down when they are sore or tired, instead of just getting cranky and pressing on. Rest and breaks also don’t help them as much. In retrospect that’s obvious, but I forgot. Be brave enough to turn around, even if it means missing the great view at the summit. Because you need to get the kids safely back down to the trailhead, and that’s dangerous if they’re delirious on the trail. Turn around before they meltdown, not after.

• Cooling off - They’re so much excitement and energy and fatigue on a camping trip, which can get kids to a pretty boisterous state of mind. Taking a loop around the campsite 1-1 with a parent was a great strategy that Robyn thought of on the fly. If you need a child to cool off and calm down, taking a lap with them is a great tactic.

• Backup plans - In retrospect, I wish I would’ve had a backup plan, including nearby hotels (in case sleeping in a tent was a big failure), restaurants, supply stores, and medical facilities. Especially with Robyn expecting, it would’ve given me piece of mind to have thought of a plan for “if shit hit the fan.”

• Gear management - Camping requires a lot of stuff, and when you have kids it grows. Have plenty of extra stuff sacks and triage as you go. We found it helpful to separate everyone’s different clothes and laundry in different bags. That made it much easier to keep everything organized and have ready access to what we needed. Our approach was to have two large backpacks with lots of little bags for organization (just like a backpacking trip). We used a large laundry bag / duffel bag and put our tent and sleeping pads inside there with a backpack for the plane, which also helps to keep the gear safe through baggage claim.

Tips for after you return home

• Family Photo / Souvenirs - We took a family photo on our trip and we’re glad we did. We immediately printed a photo upon our return, and it’s already hanging in a frame on our wall. We all get to relive the trip just a little every time we see it. I feel so happy and proud every time I pass it to go upstairs. It could be something other than a photo, like a Christmas ornament, pin, map, or other souvenir. But a tactile or visual reminder made a much bigger emotional connection than I expected. And, it reminds us that we’re adventurers!

• Storytelling - We used the drive back to Seattle to debrief on the trip and ask our sons how they enjoyed it. It was so wonderful to hear how excited our kids were, 10 minutes out of the park our big guy already wanted to come back. We also made it a point to let the kids talk about the trip with friends and family (instead of us just speaking for them). Talking about the trip gave them a sense of pride, and hopefully helps them remember our time there.

• Cleanup - I tried to involve our kids when unpacking from the trip. It gave them another chance to talk about our awesome trip, and it was actually nice having some little hands to help out. And, it was a nice way to introduce them to taking care of gear which is a very important skill for any camper - junior or senior.

• Start planning the next one! - Of course, the trip was really hard but it was so worth it. The time when you’re most excited is when you’re still riding the high of a successful trip. So starting planning right away, and go find your park! You’ll be so glad you did.

Riley’s lesson in fatherhood

Riley couldn’t stand to be alone with me for at least three solid months after we first adopted him. Riley happens to be a dog, by the way. We don’t know exactly why, but we suspect he had some bad experiences with men before he became part of our family.

I remember one morning, I was feeding Riley before work. At the recommendation of a friend, I had been in the habit of feeding Riley from his bowl with my hand. Apparently, that’s a technique used by handlers of military and police dogs (or something like that) that builds trust between the dog and their partner.

This particular morning, Riley was refusing to eat. He wouldn’t eat anything from my palm. I distinctly remember, I was on the linoleum floor in the kitchen of our tiny apartment, literally on my hands and knees, trying to coax Riley to eat. Dude wouldn’t budge.

And so we sat there. 5 minutes went by, then 10, and 15. Maybe even 20 minutes had passed. I was fuming because Riley was refusing to eat and I needed to hop in the shower to avoid being late for work. And yet, nothing. Kid wouldn’t eat, and would just point his snout in the opposite direction, rebuffing my offer of kibble for breakfast. I was losing my mind, and getting progressively angrier.

When I was at my wit’s end, I had this idea. What if I “spoke Riley’s language” and growled and howled at him. I figured that if I showed enough aggression, it might startle him into eating - you know, put him on the defensive.

In retrospect, this was obviously a terrible idea and a horrible approach to even contemplate. Looking back on it, I can’t believe I even tried it, because it’s obviously callous. Unsurprisingly, it had no effect. Riley still wouldn’t eat.

And during this excruciatingly stupid experiment, I had an epiphany. I realized that I couldn’t control Riley. Even though he was a dog, and even though I had pretty much all the real power in our relationship, I literally couldn’t control him - I couldn’t make him eat.

But in addition to not having the ability to control Riley, I realized that I didn’t want to control Riley. Because as I growled and got in Riley’s face on our kitchen floor, I realized that to control Riley, I might have to go the distance. I might have to make him submit to me. I might have to get in his face for weeks. I might have to yank his collar and threaten him or shame him with persistence. Because in Riley’s case, I knew he wouldn’t budge easily; it was clear his issues with men were deep-rooted.

To control him, I realized, I might put myself on a slippery slope that started with a desire for obedience but ended in physical or emotional abuse. Because if Riley kept refusing food, for example, I’d have to increase the intensity of whatever control tactic I was using. And if I had to exert dominance to control him for something like food, some other behavior of obedience was probably next. And then, what would be there to stop me from crossing the line from control to abuse?

The alternative, I decided in that moment, while I was literally hand-feeding Riley on my knees in our apartment, was to treat Riley as an equal. Not equal in the sense that he was a peer - after all, I do have a duty and responsibility to take care of and raise Riley - but as someone worth of equal treatment and respect.

Which is a radically different perspective, especially for a dog. And it looks really different to raise and care for a dog if I’m trying to treat him with equal respect, rather than trying to control him. In practice, it meant that I had to earn his trust to eat from my hand, rather than trying to bully him into it. I had to be incredibly consistent with trying to calm him down on walks in the neighborhood rather than yanking him around on his leash every time he stopped to smell a rock or chase a squirrel.

As is said by Mary Poppins, in the iconic film, I had to be “always firm, but never cross.” And that takes tremendous patience, nudging, trust, and self-control. And honestly, everything takes so much longer when you’re actively trying not to control him. And it took months to even get Riley to show any signs of progress or positive feeling toward me.

And, if I’m being transparent - there have been lots of  times since that morning in the kitchen where I’ve exploded at Riley and regressed into this dynamic where I utilize control tactics instead of tactics governed by the principles of equal treatment and respect. 

And I don’t how it would’ve turned out if I had kept trying to control him, but Riley and I do have a great relationship now - he trusts me and I trust him.  Everyday is still a challenge (especially when the mail carrier shows up in the middle of a Zoom call), but it’s okay that our relationship is still a work in progress.

The lesson from all this has been profound, as I’ve become a father to our sons. I realized the situation with Riley was more generalizable: if I want to control anyone’s behavior - Riley’s, our sons’, my colleagues’, my wife’s or anyone else - it might require me to abuse them at some point. Which leaves me with a choice: try to control someone and risk crossing a line, or, let go of wanting to control them in the first place.

But actively choosing not to control someone is difficult, as any parent would probably attest. When our sons are yelling at me, kicking me, and sometimes literally trying to spit in my face, I want to control them so that they stop. When we’re late to go somewhere, I want to control them so that they pick up the pace. At these high-pressure times It’s really hard to treat them as an equal, because it’s honestly incredibly inconvenient to do so. Having control of them would be so much easier!

And this approach of treating my sons as my equal is incredibly hard, for a few reasons. For one, sometimes my children need me to take control of a difficult situation because they’re too young to assess or handle the consequences of their actions. And controlling a situation and controlling them is a slippery slope in and of itself. But perhaps more so, I feel like I’ve been programmed to control my kids, not treat them as equals. The language and concepts our culture uses around children reinforces obedience and control. We’re expected not to have our kids throw tantrums in public. We use the words “mommy” and “papa” in the third person which reinforces the positional, hierarchical relationship between parent and child, at least somewhat. And in the back of my mind there’s always this simmering pressure of wanting my kids to be “successful” so they can earn a living and be independent someday, yes, but also because I know my children are a reflection on me. So yes, I feel like there are cultural tailwinds that encourage me to “control” our children.

But that experience on the floor trying to growl Riley into eating his breakfast left a lasting impression in my mind. I can’t shake the thought that control over someone else might require abusing them, in some way, eventually. And so I’m trying to imagine, “if I parented our sons not as peers but still as equals, what would that look like?” I’m still trying to figure it out, but it’s involved a lot of “I messages”, candor, patience, and transparency.

And honestly, I’m still really terrible at this approach to parenting. I slip into control-freak mode often with Bo and Myles, especially when we’re around hot frying pans, vehicular traffic, and sharp objects. But I think it’s worth it to keep trying. 

Because what happens when they’re adults if all I’ve done their whole lives is try to control what they do? They’ll eventually have the freedom to make their own choices, would they know how to handle that freedom if I’ve stolen the chance for them to explore it their whole lives? I feel like I owe it to them to try, and fail my way through it. Hopefully, someday I’ll get it right.

When our kids have hard days

The first words he said to me, as he had the purple towel draped generously over his wet hair and entire frame, were,

“It was a hard day, Papa.”

And then he melted into me, and I, on one knee, wrapped my arms around him and started to rub his back - both to help him dry off and comfort him. And we just stayed there, hugging on the bathroom floor for awhile.

And that’s one of the saddest type of moments I think I’ve had - when you’re kid is just sad. And yes even at three years old and change, he can have hard days and recognize that those days were hard. 

And it wasn’t even that I felt and explosive, caustic sadness, where you feel the sadness growing and pushing out from core to skin. Like a sadness that smolders into my limbs and mind, and makes them feel like burning. 

It was a depleting sadness, where I started to feel my heart shrinking, my bones and muscles hollowing, and my face and skin starting to feel...transparent maybe. It was a sadness that made me feel like I was disappearing.

When your own children - the ones you have a covenant with God and the universe to take care of - are truly sad, it’s a feeling you want to pass as quickly as possible, and never want to have again.

And when I realized that I “never want to feel this way again”, I started to get these two primal-feeling urges.

First I wanted to “fix it”. And “fixing it” has two benefits. First, it just stops this horrible feeling of depleting sadness. Because if I fix it, my son isn’t sad anymore, and therefore I’m not sad anymore.

But also, if I were the one who failed my son somehow and caused him to fall into this genuine sadness, fixing it is my redemption. Fixing the sadness is what helps me to feel like I’m not to blame. Because if I’ve fixed the external problem causing his sadness - the problem wasn’t me, it was that thing. Fixing it gives me the illusion that I’m the hero in this story, not the villain.

But beyond wanting to fix it, there was a more insidious urge, that crept on me slowly, was to believe this falsehood of, “maybe he’s just not ready” or “maybe we need to protect him more”. 

And the fuzzy logic of that urge is this: If my kid is sad, there’s something out there that he can’t handle yet. And if I hold him back from going back out there, he’s less likely to have a hard day. Then he won’t be sad. And then I won’t feel this depleting sadness either.

But the problem with both of these responses is that if I find a way to let myself off the hook, it also deprives him of the opportunity to grow, and muddle his way through his sadness. Our kids will have hard days, and those days will suck. And on those days, we have to bring our best selves as parents. Because that’s when our kids need us to guide them, and love them, and coach them, and encourage them. And, many of those times we won’t be good enough; we will fail as parents and coaches. And they will have to muddle through that sadness for a longer. And we will feel depleted for longer, too.

But, damn. From those hard days, and that sadness, comes strength and confidence for our kids. Once they muddle through sadness, they have one more datapoint to add to their model to remind them that they can do this, they can figure this out, they can be themselves, they can be at peace, and they can rise up and through adversity. 

And even though my instinct is to help my sons avoid sadness, I cannot let that instinct win. Because that instinct is selfish. What that motive truly is, is me wanting to avoid that horrible, depleting sadness that comes when your kids are sad. 

Because these kids will have hard days. They will be sad. And even though my instinct is to make it stop as quickly as possible, and to never let this happen to them ever again, I must resist that selfish urge to fix their problems for them.

What I really need to do is comfort them, encourage them, love them, and coach them, and show them that no matter what happens I will be with them in this foxhole of sadness until they find a way out, no matter what.

And that I will be there, and support them in a way that doesn’t deprive them of the chance to come out of it stronger, kinder, and wiser.

Joy, Sacrifice, and Cattails

“These are cattails, Papa!”

When we were at the Metropark, I had another one of those moments where I can see the world through our sons’ eyes. “Dang,” I thought, “Bo finds joy, somehow, wherever he is.”

And I began to contemplate, how does he do that? Bo was as happy, peaceful, and silly-seeking as he ever is finding Cattails with Mommy and chasing Dadi around a tree, on this grassy pointe we were on at this lake, on an otherwise unremarkable Saturday morning. 

And I was nostalgic, perhaps even a bit jealous as I watched him, laughing and enjoying the outside.

What happens to us along the way that makes it so that such little pleasures aren’t enough?

Later that week it hit me, one day our sons will grow out of this mindset too, and it will be my fault. 

As they grow, I will teach them to sacrifice for the future. I will have no choice but to. Trade one cookie now for two cookies later sort of stuff. Or, study now so you can earn a living later. Or, that kid came a long way to play here, want to help him up the slide instead of going yourself?

All the examples, and more, are ones that hold the basic structure of: invest for the future so the future can be better, it will be worth the wait.

And that point of view, will probably lead to him believing that there’s more to life than cattails, so to speak. 

As part of this growing up and learning to sacrifice, he will form beliefs on what “better” and “worth the wait” are. And my big gasp came when I realized that he will learn that from me. 

As he learns to make sacrifice, his perceptions of why we should sacrifice will come from me. Should it be to lift up ourselves, or lift up others? Should we always strive for more? What is valuable, money and status? Character? Nature? Family? Being popular? Faith? 

My example will dramatically influence what our boys will perceive as valuable and therefore what they sacrifice for. 

I hope we can live up to that responsibility. And with any luck, at my age, Bo will still find joy in little things like cattails on a sunny day at the lake. 

Imagining a world with less shouting

Robyn forwarded me a three-day “no-shout challenge” that she heard about through a speaker at conference she attended. I made it two and a half days, and every hour was hard. I didn’t realize how much I shouted at my son until I tried to stop.

The challenge helped me to understand why I shouted and think of an alternative pattern of behavior.

Upon reflection, I realized that I shout because my most foundational belief about parenting is that what I owe my sons - above all else - is to help them become good people. So when my son deliberately screams to wake up his big brother, or bites me, or doesn’t follow what I believe to be a high-standard of conduct, that moves me from zero to ten in a second. That’s my baggage, not his.

I decided that my replacement behavior would be to say, “neither of us are perfect, but we are going to figure this out” when my temper was rising, instead of shouting.

But the point here is not that I am cured of shouting (I’m not even close). The point is to share what happened after I started shouting less.

We have been struggling a lot as a family during this pandemic. In many ways, this period of our lives has been a blessing, but it has been a trying time. Our elder son, now, is very aware of the virus and he misses our family, his friends, and his teachers at school. He’s confused about why he has to give far-away hugs and why he can do certain things but not others.

He’s also a toddler, so we have had power struggles over really small things as is the case with most families.

But when Robyn and I started this challenge and began shouting less, something changed for the better in our house. In a word, everything deescalated.

We still all have tantrums, but they are less intense. We still have power struggles, but we’re able to take a breath more quickly that before. Bo says “excuse me” to get our attention more, instead of screaming indiscriminately. Sometimes, instead of shouting we find a way to talk about his sadness and confusion, even though he barely has grasp of the words and concepts needed to express what he’s feeling.

Again, there is still shouting in our house, and I’m not proud of how I act on many days. But even just shouting less has created more space to listen, love, and resolve the very real problems we have. We have not reached the promised-land of a fully peaceful house, but we are on a different trajectory than we were.

While this was all happening, Robyn and I have been observing, listening, and talking intensely every night about the problems of race in our country. It its something that we are deeply stirred by, personally and professionally.

Because we saw a reduction in shouting bring about real and almost immediate change in our own household, I can’t help but wonder what might happen if we shouted less when trying to resolve community issues.

Say if we all just decided we would stop shouting for a week or a month, what would happen? In my wildest dreams, I wonder if that could be the very humble beginning of a transformation that eventually got us to a moment where we could live in a community where shouting was no longer needed.

The skeptic in me feels that this type of scaling is difficult and perhaps impossible. After all, Robyn happened to attend a conference, where she heard a speaker, who shared a no-shout challenge, and we happened to try it out. Getting to the point of trying to intentionally shout less resulted from a lucky mix of circumstance, humbling work, and serendipity.

In our household - whether it is us as parents or our children - someone had to take the first step. And luckily, it is clear that the first step to a no-shout home was our responsibility as parents.

But with complex disagreements that are compounded by hundreds of years of pain and violence - like race, poverty, and others - it’s less clear whose responsibility it is to take the first step. Moreover, that first step of not shouting takes incredible courage, humility, and grace.

I pray that I can summon that courage, humility, and grace whenever I need to take that first step. Being ready to take that first step is something worth preparing for, even if my number never is called to lead in that way. It is for all of us.