I didn’t know what kind of father I’d ever be. I guess the girls I loved in years past may have wondered that same thing as well as what kind of husband I might make. I don’t know, though, since that’s something left up to them…only they knew that..
Me, though? I hoped I would be a good dad. I have my daughter and my son and I think, I hope, they would think I am. When I held my son after he was born, and every time after, even as recent as yesterday 13-plus years later, I knew, I knew, (I knew!) why I was here on this earth.
And that’s why I’ll stick around as long as I can: to be their dad.
For all the father’s out there, even the single mothers who have to be both parents sometimes, I know it isn’t easy. I know it can frustrating and worrisome at times wanting to do the best things you can for your kids. It can also be the most rewarding thing you can do.
Trust me, I know from personal experience.
Happy Father’s Day.