A buddy of mine turned 50 and had his first child last year. Like expectant parents of all ages, he was concerned about being a dad. He wanted to get it right, to provide love for his child and to help her grow up healthy and strong, independent and loving, thoughtful and sensitive. He had a bunch or worries and some specific questions: What do I do, David?” He asked. “You’re the expert. You go to all the conferences, you read all the books on parenting; you have four kids and you’ve been giving advice to families for decades. What do I do?”
I closed my eyes, stuck out my hands and waved them around. “Follow me,” I said.
