Like Father, Like...Daughter?

My son does not go for sports.
But my daughter does.
Here's what I wrote on fatherhood and youth sports for Hudson Valley Parent.

Before I became a father, my visions of fatherhood were — like many men, I’m sure —centered around sports: Me standing on the sidelines or sitting in the bleachers, cheering my impossibly swift and exceedingly dexterous son as he scored a goal, ran for a touchdown, or rifled a double into the gap.

And before I ever glimpsed a fuzzy sonogram image, those visions of the future involved a son, not a daughter.

I’d like to think some other dadhood images crept in — me misting up as the kid got his diploma, standing up for him at his wedding — but I only remember sports ones. And always with a boy.

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Before I became a father, my visions of fatherhood were — like many men, I’m sure —centered around sports: Me standing on the sidelines or sitting in the bleachers, cheering my impossibly swift and exceedingly dexterous son as he scored a goal, ran for a touchdown, or rifled a double into the gap.

And before I ever glimpsed a fuzzy sonogram image, those visions of the future involved a son, not a daughter.

I’d like to think some other dadhood images crept in — me misting up as the kid got his diploma, standing up for him at his wedding — but I only remember sports ones. And always with a boy.

- See more at: http://www.hvparent.com/likefatherlikedaughter#sthash.hUEp4sPg.dpuf

Before I became a father, my visions of fatherhood were — like many men, I’m sure —centered around sports: Me standing on the sidelines or sitting in the bleachers, cheering my impossibly swift and exceedingly dexterous son as he scored a goal, ran for a touchdown, or rifled a double into the gap.

And before I ever glimpsed a fuzzy sonogram image, those visions of the future involved a son, not a daughter.

I’d like to think some other dadhood images crept in — me misting up as the kid got his diploma, standing up for him at his wedding — but I only remember sports ones. And always with a boy.

- See more at: http://www.hvparent.com/likefatherlikedaughter#sthash.hUEp4sPg.dpuf

Before I became a father, my visions of fatherhood were — like many men, I’m sure —centered around sports: Me standing on the sidelines or sitting in the bleachers, cheering my impossibly swift and exceedingly dexterous son as he scored a goal, ran for a touchdown, or rifled a double into the gap.

And before I ever glimpsed a fuzzy sonogram image, those visions of the future involved a son, not a daughter.

I’d like to think some other dadhood images crept in — me misting up as the kid got his diploma, standing up for him at his wedding — but I only remember sports ones. And always with a boy.

- See more at: http://www.hvparent.com/likefatherlikedaughter#sthash.hUEp4sPg.dpuf

Before I became a father, my visions of fatherhood were — like many men, I’m sure —centered around sports: Me standing on the sidelines or sitting in the bleachers, cheering my impossibly swift and exceedingly dexterous son as he scored a goal, ran for a touchdown, or rifled a double into the gap.

And before I ever glimpsed a fuzzy sonogram image, those visions of the future involved a son, not a daughter.

I’d like to think some other dadhood images crept in — me misting up as the kid got his diploma, standing up for him at his wedding — but I only remember sports ones. And always with a boy.

- See more at: http://www.hvparent.com/likefatherlikedaughter#sthash.hUEp4sPg.dpuf