Riding the Wave: What Surfing, Sport, and Fatherhood Have in Common
I’m now into my third month of fatherhood, and while a big part of me wants to spend this entire post repeating all the clichés about being a girl dad, I’ll try to restrain myself. You know the ones: “There is nothing sweeter than coming home from work and seeing your daughter smile at you,” or “Taking care of a newborn is exhausting, but it’s so worth it.” The kind of lines parents tell people who don’t yet have children. And if I’m being honest, when I was on the child-free side of that conversation, I often couldn’t really relate… and sometimes I didn’t particularly care either. Maybe that was just me. But since this blog is called Live India, Love Soccer , I feel obligated to connect this reflection to sport somehow. Luckily, I’ve realised something recently: parenting a newborn has a lot in common with sport. More specifically, it has a lot in common with the strange emotional cycle that keeps people coming back to sports even when they’re bruised, frustrated, and occasionally hum...