New Book Announcement!

New Book Announcement!

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Announcing my latest writing project: Confessions of a Tiny Genius

Foreward:

Becoming a grandfather—Pops, to be specific—has been one of the great surprises of my life. Not because I didn’t expect to love it (I did), but because I didn’t expect to see it so differently. Being on the periphery of infant care is an entirely unique experience. I’m part of the team, yes, but more like the relief pitcher who jogs in from the bullpen now and then—changing a diaper here, offering a calming bounce there, ferrying baby between arms and rooms like a well-meaning courier with a soft spot for giggles.

The heavy lifting, the sleepless nights, the thousand micro-decisions of each day—that falls squarely on the shoulders of the primary caregivers: my daughter and her husband. They are in the trenches, and I watch with admiration (and perhaps a little relief) as they navigate this messy, beautiful chapter of parenthood.

But this distance has afforded me something unexpected: perspective.

I find myself wondering, often, What must it be like to be her?

To be seven months old, dropped into this world without a manual, expected to master everything from gravity to social cues, communication to digestion. It’s not just adorable—though it is that—it’s heroic. Every gurgle, grab, and glance is a feat of growth. Every failed grip on a spoon or wobble toward balance is part of a steep, silent climb toward personhood.

Maybe I’ve matured. Maybe I’m finally old enough to be empathic in ways I wasn’t when raising my own kids—too sleep-deprived or survival-minded back then to fully appreciate the daily triumphs of their earliest selves.

This book is the product of that newfound curiosity and reverence. A playful imagining, yes, but rooted in genuine awe for the work of becoming human. It is told from the baby’s perspective because I believe there’s something profound in flipping the lens.

I hope you enjoy this adventure—equal parts humor, wonder, and observation—and that it stirs in you the same sense of admiration I’ve come to feel for the incredible effort it takes, day by day, for a baby to grow into this wild, complicated world we call home.

—Pops

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