For the past few days, I’ve read dozens of posts about fathers, mostly written by women, and it has made me wonder; in a few years if my three girls wrote about me, what would they say?
I became a father 11 days before my 33rd birthday, now a few months shy of my 44th, I’m responsible for 3 girls, 18, 10, and 9 and still learning on the job.
I never planned to have children. I was the oldest of two growing up, hated having so much responsibility thrust upon me at an early age, and by the time I was out on my own, I pursued as many distractions, mostly bad, from making sure another life form needed me. I coached a Little League team once, worked with the Big Brothers organization briefly, and tolerated other people’s kids with a decent but distant nature.
In early 2003, despite a…
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