“Life’s a mess, dude,
but we’re all just doing
the best we can, you know.
You, and me, and Samantha,
we’re just doing what we can.
So, if I hurt you or if I lied to you,
all I can tell you is I’m sorry,
and I will try to do better.
Maybe I will do better
or maybe I’ll do even worse. I don’t know.
I screw up all the time
because that’s what people do.” – from the movie Terri (2011)
I’ve been a Dad for thirteen years and seven months. It’s quite strange to be where I am now and glance backward through time to when it all started. Nothing can truly prepare you for one of life’s greatest responsibilities. No guide books or pamphlets can capture the feelings of excitement, joy, marvel, panic, and failure that are encountered along the journey. It’s a road littered with mistakes, a plethora of questions, and moments of pure victory. As with most things in life, it takes hard work and continual effort in order to be a successful father.
But what defines a successful father anyway? If our children grow up to become doctors or lawyers, does that mean we did something right? If a child ends up in prison for jacking cars, is that an indication that we failed? What we pour into our kids while they are young is vital…
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