The Importance of Fathers
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At least I’m not an absent father. At least I’m not like those guys who father a kid and disappear, or worse, hang around like dead weight, drinking and punching, when it would be better for everyone if they were to just up and leave.
I hear you, dads. You work hard to make ends meet, sacrificing what you want for the good of your family with little thanks and no recognition. You sometimes wonder if this is all there is and occasionally play the mind game of “what might have been.” (There be dragons. Stay in charted territory.) You somteimes feel like a walking wallet or the irrelevant guy who drives a bleedin’ minivan because that’s what you can afford and because it keeps the kids safe. Other guys drive Mustangs or Beemers.
It’s easy to get caught up in the drudgery and chaos and the dull repetitiveness of it all—that routine as predictable and often as smelly as the morning poopy diaper change. When you do the same thing day after day, which is nothing like any vision you’ve ever had for your life, ever, with no end in sight, it’s easy to forget how important you are.
In such times, it’s good to lift up your head survey the territory. You’re there, and that’s enormous. Yeah, you screw up plenty, but you give your children a lot just by being around. Read about kids whose fathers are not there. That routine might be the most important work you could ever do. (And yes, that’s a wonderful, frightening, depressing thought.)
