You can’t be a parent without connecting the dots to how you were parented. It’s involuntary… and eye opening. In honor of Father’s Day, here are 10 things my dad taught me, all of which I see developing in my own parenting style.
The parade floated by. Bands bang-boomed. Dancers high stepped a twirling march. My toddler was in awe, clapping and toe-tapping with uninhibited glee. “March with me, Mumma!” she squealed, grabbing my hand with her tiny one, trying to pull me off the curb.