Boosting fatherhood with a blog
This new ad from Coca-Cola celebrates the early years of parenthood. Agony. Ecstasy. Repeat.
Can you relate the parents in this commercial?
Dad bloggers are on the rise and, as we all know, fatherhood has dramatically changed in the last few decades. Check out this infographic from our friends at onlineschools.com.
From all of us -dads, moms, grandpas, and kids- at ProActiveDads, we wish a very Happy Father’s Day to all of the fathers who make fatherhood their top priority. None of us are perfect, but we love our children and want to do what is best for them.
Have a great day!
Even the guys at ProActiveDads were laughing pretty hard at this! Check out these two guys who find out how they would do if they had to endure labor pains. Looks like their wives really enjoyed their Mother’s Day presents. And so did we.
You can enjoy the video below but we’re not sure how real this simulation is. Contractions occur from the front of the abdomen all the way into the lower back. It can spread up into your shoulders and a woman’s whole body will experience the joys of giving birth. These guys were just electrocuted for an hour.
Didn’t need doctors. Could have just gone to the CIA for that torture.
(Disclaimer: This same stunt was done in January 2013 by Dutch TV hosts Storm and Zeno.)
A new commercial from British drink maker Robinsons has been whipping its way around the world. The spot is a heartwarming tale of two “pals” who make memories together and refresh themselves with a cool glass of Robinsons. Take a look and then read why we have a problem with it.
The twist at the end clarifies the strange actions one “pal” has with the other throughout the commercial. Okay, good. But the final message is where the warm and fuzzy drops off a cliff.
“It’s good to be a dad. It’s better to be a friend.”
Actually, it’s not. Being a father is a tremendous joy and responsibility. We appreciate the care and attention Robinsons obviously put into this ad and their great portrayal of an involved dad. But that message is destroyed when they tell us that dads are secondary to good friends. They are missing quite a few facts about fatherhood.
Too many parents today prioritize their child’s happiness over their preparation for being an adult. They believe that being a friend is more important than being a parent. Discipline is lacking, education suffers, and the roles of adult leadership are absent. This hinders a child’s growth and inhibits their understanding of what separates grown-ups from kids. Why should they respect a parent who acts like a friend?
George Carlin had a point when he said “obedience and respect should not be automatic, they should be earned.” That said, let’s be blunt about this: if you care more about being your child’s friend than being their parent, you’re a bad parent. (If you disagree, feel free to comment below, send us an email, or flame us on Facebook. We’ll care.)
Robinsons had a great idea. Their commercial really was a touching showcase of a cool dad who seemed to love his role…as a dad. That is the message they should have ended with. “It’s good to be a friend. It’s better to be a dad.”
I’m in day two in my fight against the ‘NO’.
My three year old daughter has taken it upon herself to yell and scream about everything any anything possible, with either ‘No’ or ‘I don’t want to’ at the top of her lungs. Her latest endeavor is refusing to eat the same type of pizza she enjoyed last week.
That was last night. This afternoon at lunch that same piece of pizza lay, fresh from the microwave, and she is as defiant as ever.
Television off, all form of entertainment removed. She sits in front of her pizza, whining at every chance.
Hopefully she will learn soon that this is a battle she will not win.
What is the purpose behind this seemingly draconian, clearly ‘old school’ method?
There is no way in hell I am going to let her grow up thinking she can just whine, cry or complain her way out of a situation. There are a great many things in this life that we have to do that we don’t like. I see too many people today who just sit by, waiting for someone to fix their problem, giving them what they want because what they have is not good enough.
That sh** won’t fly.
Hello again everyone. I’ve got some exciting news to share. A few weeks ago, I was asked by an editor at The Huffington Post if I would like to participate in a debate on children’s style. She came across a column I wrote for IEFamily.com and thought I would be ideal to take the “disagree” position on the question of “We should care about children’s style.”
I didn’t know who I would be debating on the issue or how they would structure their argument. HuffPo presents these debates in a very fun manner: you (the visitor) are asked to state your “agree” or “disagree” before you can read the two opinions. After voting and then reading both debaters’ arguments, you are asked to vote again and see if your opinion has changed.
For the record, so far I have changed more minds than my distinguished opponent. Sure, the debate has only been live for a few hours, but I’m okay with small victories.
So here’s your chance to weigh in. Go to:
Please share with your friends and family so we can get thousands of votes and see just how parents think about children’s fashion.
Thanks for your support!
Campbell’s Soup doesn’t seem to be terribly concerned with what makes dads happy. I just saw the following commercial on a news/opinion site:
Here’s my version of the commercial:
“There are only so many soup companies that make kids happy. And even fewer that care about the spending power of fathers. With fewer Campbell’s purchases and a shrinking marketshare, its amazing what a little respect can do.”
We’ve all had these moments of discovery. You’re looking for a particular photograph or group of photos and unintentionally come across the one that makes you smile, laugh, or wince in pain. In any case, you probably replied with “oh yeah, I forgot about that”.
I just had one of those moments. While trying to find a photo from my wedding, I also discovered some photos from the day my son was born. Among those precious images was something that started me laughing and I finally said, “oh yeah, I forgot about that”.
I took a picture of my son’s first poop.
(No, I will not be including it in this blog.)
You see, I take a lot of pride in all of the wonderful firsts I’ve experienced with my son. I was there for his first breath, cut the cord, gave him his first bath, cleaned his first poop, drove him on his first car ride, and many others. For reasons of whimsy, pride, and goofiness, I made sure to capture his first poop for posterity.
Will this eventually end up in front of his future fiancé? Perhaps. Will it be something I treasure despite its contents? Absolutely. Homeruns, science fairs, or poops, I relish the wonderful and unique moments I will share with my son.