Daddy Daydreamer

Why I'm saying 'no' to perfectionism

Imperfect action is a lot better for my mental health

Sign that reads 'wisdom', with perfectionism crossed out underneathPerfectionism is not altogether a bad thing. It's good to have high standards.

But it's doing me more harm than good.

I think I may have unwittingly passed my perfectionism on to my kids.

I realized this playing catch with my son. He was way too hard on himself because he wasn't catching every ball.

One of my simplest pleasures is a game of . . .

Read More

June 08, 2018

How a school play brought together a community

Manor Park School's production of The Lion King Jr was magic

Lion

One part art. One part story. One part love. Mix together: The result is magic.

Kids from Manor Park Public School in Ottawa brought together a community with their production of The Lion King Jr

I once told my children to think of school as a community. Instead of the physical building and walls that surround . . .

Read More

May 06, 2018

Living with depression sucks

I wonder why I put myself through the mental wringer

Figurine comforting a sad figurine

Depression tracks me like a ninja, quietly plotting his course in the dark; muted footfalls, cagey eyes.

Living with it requires constant vigilance, self-care. Ignoring the signs can lead to disaster. I constantly calculate the costs and benefits of disclosure. I'm afraid of appearing weak.

I push through.

Deep down, I know something's . . .

Read More

April 19, 2018

Easter: Jesus or chocolate eggs and bunnies?

I talked about Jesus, but my kid's focus was on the Easter bunny

Person in rabbit costume looking at the horizon

I'm not a religious person. But I know there are forces I can't even begin to understand in this universe—forces greater than anything I can ever fathom.

I'm a non-practising Christian, but I always reflect around Easter. Good Friday, especially. I was going through my journals and came upon a passage. A discussion about Easter, when . . .

Read More

March 30, 2018

We got ripped off, but I'm proud my son was generous

A con artist left me feeling grateful and betrayed

Thou shalt not

I have to give her credit, she told a great story. Before my son and I realized she scammed us, we felt pretty good about ourselves.

We were enjoying a nice father-son walk around the neighbourhood. Came across a woman near the end of our street. She was hard at work, chipping away ice on her driveway.

A bit rough around the edges, her face . . .

Read More

February 25, 2018

Some dude texted me by accident and said he was going to kill himself

I called him backā€”find out what happened

Diary note, anger, shame, potential suicidal thoughts

The call came at 5:09 on a cold January morning, waking me from a sound sleep. It was a text-to-landline message.

"Goodbye Nicole, I love you," the robotic voice said. An obvious wrong number.

I thought about the message. Maybe it was a husband sending a sweet message to his wife. But I felt a finality to it; five words can mean a lot.

I . . .

Read More

January 31, 2018

Fuzzy Bunny and the Christmas iPod

A holiday story

Fuzzy Bunny with iPod

Fuzzy Bunny was very excited to open his gifts on Christmas morning. Every day in December, he counted how many days were left until the BIG day. He wished very hard for an iPod, so he could play all his favourite games without having to share with his brother, Fuzzy Hoppy.

It was Christmas Eve. Fuzzy Dad worried about paying the credit card . . .

Read More

December 24, 2017

Archive