Sometimes, being a good Daddy can feel like a pretty thankless job, and half the time (well, if you’re like me, WAAAY more than half the time, you don’t even have a CLUE if you’re doing it right. I spent many a day second guessing what I did or what I said; wanting to make sure that my actions and words always built and never destroyed. Sometimes I succeeded, more often than not, I failed. I am FAR from the perfect Dad. But the fact of the matter is, like I tell my girls, “The only way you can GUARANTEE that you’ll lose a fight…is to not fight.” (Of COURSE< I wasn’t being literal …..ESPECIALLY with as many fights as I lost…Heck, if I would’ve been a professional boxer, they would’ve had to do post fight interviews with me HORIZONTALLY….wait for it….wait for it….) . In this case, the only way you can guarantee that you won’t be a good Daddy is to not try. You HAVE to TRY. The rewards may not come immediately. Heck, they may NEVER come…but sometimes….sometimes………you get blessed with things like this:
So I got this text from my oldest daughter, Tee, yesterday. It was a screenshot from her Instagram account. . Anyway, this is the kind of thing that would make a man that is less in touch with his machismo shed a tear or two when nobody was looking. ME, on the other hand, being the tough guy that I am, celebrated by watching some Rambo movies, bare hand hunting some honey badgers, and gator rassling…you know, ‘ cause I’m a rough and tumble kinda guy.
(She meant that I was 29 when we adopted them, btw)