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Reflections of an adoptive dad

It’s 9am on a busy weekday morning. Jean, my wife, is sick and I’m in charge. I get everything with a face out of the house to give her some space. I’m holding two leashes (one is attached to the … Continue reading

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Crouching tiger, hidden rabbit dad

Rachel has spread tomato sauce on the walls and emptied shampoo into the fish tank. Khwezi is on a Spur mission. “Can we go to the Spur?” No. “Can we go to the Spur?” No. “Can we go to the … Continue reading

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Get the balance right

 “Dad, you need to let go!” he said fiercely. I couldn’t. I held on to him. “You need a bit more time; you’re not ready.” “I am,” he insisted. “Dad, let go! Now! Please!” On Saturday Khwezi, my son, wanted … Continue reading

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Being a dad has grown on me

We hugged. Then we stood back to back. “Not yet,” I told him. “Are you sure,” he said. I nodded. “Not yet, but soon.” In my heart, though, I knew I was lying. Sam, my 16-year-old son, knew it too. … Continue reading

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Dads must make a stand against the wussification of society

“Khwezi,” I said, throwing my son the car keys, “there comes a time in every young man’s life when his father teaches him to drive.” Khwezi’s eyes grew big. The Shrink’s eyes grew even bigger. “Excuse me?” she huffed. “It’s … Continue reading

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Labour is all about the delivery (and making tea)

“ILY?” I typed into my cellphone and hit send. I’d been SMSing these three letters to the Shrink every 15 minutes since the day she was due to give birth to our daughter. The letters are shorthand for In Labour … Continue reading

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Power (naps) to the fathers

I take a step. I wipe my red eyes. I drag my foot forward. I take another step. Marcus looks at me knowingly. “How long haven’t you slept for?” he asks. I look at my watch. “About 11 months.” I … Continue reading

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