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FATCAP (A Fatherhood Capsule Story): Discombobulated Dad


When it comes to social media, I often have moments where I feel like I can’t focus on one thing. I mean, for the most part I think I’m known for my music and for my writing. 😎 And lately I’m probably becoming known for my attempts (#AnotherDay1) to get and remain in shape. 🏋🏽‍♂️
 
But most days I’m just out here like, “Oh lordy… is this suppose to be a fitness profile? I’ve posted MAYBE two photos from the gym in the last three weeks.” 😬 Because let’s be honest, there ain’t a ton of angle variety to be had in men’s locker room that’s fit for public consumption. And it’s a special kind of contortionist with 3 arms who can take a selfie while doing hammer curls. 💪🏾
 
So then I fall back on the old saying, “Do what you know.” And what I know, after more than 24 years of it, is fatherhood. Which makes me just barely qualified to explain how best to help keep small children alive, despite their best efforts to the contrary. 😇
 
Of course, the other part of me is like, “But isn’t fitness also a part of parenting? I mean, shouldn’t it be?” 🤔 I certainly don’t want to be the unhealthy dad that is suffering from wholly preventable conditions because I couldn’t be bothered to pick up a weight or take the elliptical for a spin.
 
So I’ve decided that I won’t try to figure out my “niche” other than to say that, for now, my niche is ME… and all of my topical inconsistencies that come with me.🤪
 
However, I am super thankful that there ARE people out there who really know what they want to do, how to do it, and have put together solid plans to make them happen.
 
People like my son, Micah.
 
If you’ve never seen him, bro legit looks like an olympian. 🏅He’d be scary if he wasn’t so darn relatable, charming, and always smiling. He’s a good looking guy too, and that’s not just dad smoke. lol Real talk… he could probably do 50 squats with me on his shoulders and not break a sweat. In any case, he’s planning to compete in the upcoming 2020 AZ Open Mens Bodybuilding competition in the spring, and I couldn’t be more proud.🏆
 
I look at him and imagine that I probably would’ve looked exactly like that at his age. Sorta, maybe… almost..? 🤨
 
Anyway, you should follow his journey and can check out his new YouTube channel here: https://youtu.be/dh8yq4n3u3Q. You can also follow him on Instagram @micahwelchfit.
 
So, don’t be discombobulated like me.
 
Be focused, like him. 😉
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FatCap (A Fatherhood Capsule Story)


At about 4:00am this morning, I was awakened by a knock on my bedroom door. My wife heard the thumping as well. In her semi-conscious state from under the covers, she gently nudged me with her elbow, followed by a muffled “someone’s at the door”. Not at all completely awake myself, the first words out of my mouth – I believe – were something that sounded in retrospect like, “I have don’t know my pants on.”

Folding back the covers to check and discover that I indeed had no pants on, I proceeded to scramble hurriedly into my pajamas and stumble toward the door where, upon opening it, stood my only daughter, crying.

With tears streaming down her face, she told me that she couldn’t sleep because her throat was killing her and had actually woken her up from the pain. Of course, with my heart swollen, I gathered her into my arms and led her toward the medicine cabinet in our bathroom… in the dark… not completely sure I wasn’t dreaming, but going with it anyway because, well, she’s my daughter and I’d fight the world for her. Even in my dreams.

I managed to pick out the medication she needed. Successfully measured it without spilling it (I think). Then hugged her tightly before praying for her healing, and for her to have a peaceful night’s sleep.

I got back in the bed and didn’t see her again until around 11:30am, downstairs in the kitchen.

And with a smile, she thanked me, told me she felt better, and was so glad that she was able to fall asleep.

I felt like a hero. A tired hero. But a hero nonetheless. 🙂

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