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Rob Lowe has an adorable bond with his sons, which has turned into a hilarious, ongoing roast of him on social media.
Several years ago, I read his essay about his eldest son going off to college and was blown away. I had no idea that Lowe was a writer, but his heartfelt words about his kids growing up brought me to tears. Just check out an excerpt, and you'll see what I mean:
Happy Father's Day to all the stellar stepdads.
My biological dad left my mom when I was a toddler. I don't even remember living with him, and my memories of weekend visits throughout my early childhood are vague. He loved me, I'm sure, but he eventually slipped off the radar. He wasn't abusive or a massive jerk or anything. He just wasn't there.
Air traffic control? Super stressful job. Brain surgeon? Not for the faint of heart. But parents take on the most relentless and challenging work on Earth every single day. Here's what makes raising humans the toughest job:
The first time you hold your baby — the weight of their entire life in your hands — it's nearly impossible not to be overwhelmed. You question whether you're adequate for the task, and the fact that you have no real idea what you're doing hits you. This is a person's life we're talking about. How did you get put in charge of a life?
He was born in London, raised in Cincinnati, schooled in New England, and employed in Asia, all before moving back to London again to settle down with a woman he calls "my middle-school sweetheart."
The couple gave birth to their son, Milo, last year. He's 18 months old now. Cue the all-too-familiar journey: Diapers. Vomit. Sleep deprivation. Laughter. Joy. Poop. Repeat.
