This column appears in the December edition of US Lacrosse Magazine, which mails to US Lacrosse members this week. Don’t get the mag? Join US Lacrosse today to start your subscription.
I promise not to turn this column into a dad blog.
But four years after heralding the birth of my first son, Hudson, in this space, I would be remiss not to do the same for baby bro. My wife, Erin, and I were overjoyed to welcome into this world Reid Anthony DaSilva on Oct. 31. Trick or treat!
Erin played soccer and lacrosse in college, and well, she delivers like an athlete.
“Here’s another contraction,” the nurses would say. “Do you want to take a break?”
Erin’s response every time: “No, let’s push.”
Four years ago, in the summer of 2013, I became a father and lost a father in a life-altering three-month stretch. My worldview changed, and honestly, I became kind of a sap.
“Any advice for fatherhood, Dad?” I asked over the phone in one of our last conversations before he died of a heart attack.
“Love ’em to death,” he replied.