I wish my parents had told me that some of my boy names wouldn’t stick. Like, that I shouldn’t name my child, or that I should avoid naming the child that I’m about to give my child, or that I should not name my child after a boy who is in prison. I wish that I had a father figure who would tell me just how bad it was for me or how I was going to correct it if I were given this opportunity.
I wish that I had a dad who told me early on that I will face obstacles, trials, and tribulations, just like any other normal kid, but in his world, I would be a normal kid. Also, I wish that I had a dad who showed me, early on, that there are different kinds of success and failure, and that this is my battle.
My dad raised me, like most fathers, with unconditional love. He was not my father in the same capacity, as a man being the head of the home and looking after everyone else. He spent every waking moment of his day and evening away from the world, in his room, making things, and talking to me and my siblings. The only thing my dad gave me that I actually take for granted, was his unconditional love.
We all know, this story will end with the baby in a box. But if you’re feeling a little nervous, I suggest you use your voice. Tell the world that you are going to create a new blog called “10 Things I Wish I’d Known Before I Tried Boy Names That Start With N”. It’s about all of the things that I hope I would have known or should have known but never did.
How my baby will learn to stand up for himself Old blog: How my baby will learn how to stand up for himself, and how to speak up for himself, This is a bit different from most new blogs. It is an update on my family. I wanted you to be aware of a story that happens once a week, but what I got was an amazing blog.