How To Be A Good Dad In 1300 Words or Less


So Father’s Day is right around the corner. It’s Sunday in fact. Unlike Mother’s Day, there’s not nearly as much pomp and fanfare surrounding the day of fathers. I get it. Mothers are the givers of life and hugs and they kiss the boo-boo. On the “we give a flying fig about you” totem pole, mama reigns supreme over nearly everybody. Then comes grandma, aunties, etc. Now this might be a “colored” paradigm since so many people of hue seem to go without strong pappy-influence.

I don’t understand this. I really don’t. For the life of me, I can’t conceive of not being an active part of my daughter’s life. I just can’t. DOES NOT COMPUTE. I can’t understand how any man can see this tiny little being that he created and not want to hold him or her and never put them down. I still pick up my daughter, against her wishes unless she’s tired or just got into trouble, and carry her around sometimes just because I miss when she was little enough to want me to do it all the time. I love my kid. In fact, I didn’t know I could love something as much as I love my daughter. It actually caught me by surprise.

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