3. He’s the best dad to his children.
This is so obvious that I’m embarrassed to even have to bring it up, but I know I have to. So here goes.
Being a father is one thing. Being a dad is so much more. Your slightly disfigured d*ck made you a father. Everything else about you will make you a dad if you want it. Your heart. Your soul. Your endless, boundless love for your child. Your desire (not your “trying to pitch in’ bullsh*t”), but YOUR DESIRE to change diapers from the moment your baby is born until they use the potty. Actions make the daddy. Love makes the child.
I know fathers who leave their wives to the kids all day while they go to work. OK, fine. That’s super-f*cking prehistoric but finances sometimes dictate less-than-progressive circumstances.
But I also know that some of these throwback “Dads” also come home from work and expect a hot meal for themselves while they slip off their sh*tty shoes and uncurl their feet out in front of the TV, all while basically ignoring the kids until they feel motivated to spend ten minutes half-heartedly playing Legos with them before supper.
You’re better than that. You have to be. Otherwise, your kids will always remember you as a man they loved whose feet stank like sour piss while he watched TV on the couch.
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