My oldest son is in first grade. This must be the age where he realizes that Dad is often busy and that he should just find something to play with on his own.
The excitement of a good grade on his math test however makes it through the filter of what information is worth Dad?s time. Surely Dad will want to know about the nearly perfect answers on his math test. ?Daddy never gets upset at one wrong answer. I can?t wait to show him!? he says to himself.
The artwork taken home from art class however, that stays in the book bag folded incorrectly at an odd angle. The drawing of his latest alien fighting, nanotech, super weapon carrying crime fighter? Why would Dad care about that? It isn?t very good anyways.
Weekends are the worst. As a father I tend to build up this list of things I need to take care of on my days off of work. Before I know it, Sunday night rolls up on me and I have to head back into a week of the graveyard shift.
To add to the mix, kids need sleep. Bedtime is 8:00Pm. It sure doesn?t feel like enough time to make it quality. Life gets faster and faster and we run out of time quicker and quicker. Before we know it, out kids have started to grow up and we feel we already missed a big part of it.
I adore my kids. They teach me lessons everyday. More importantly they often remind me of the promises I made myself long ago that I would be a good father when the time came. Well, the time has come and I often find myself asking if I am.
My 2 boys are seven and four as I write this. I can clearly see that they already have learned so many life lessons. Some of which they learned on their own, others by watching Mom and Dad and still others by watching friends and family. What is most fascinating though is when they teach me. In such subtle ways like forgiving me without saying a word when I ask them to wait for my attention. I could see it in their eyes that it?s okay. They still love me just the same. I am still their father and I always will be.
It?s in these brief fragile moments that I understand what it means to be a father. My heart skips a beat and I understand what it means to love. I am filled with pride and joy knowing that I was given a privilege in which I should feel honored. I feel honored to be their father.
Sometimes I will ask them if they know how much I love em. When I first started asking this, naturally they would shrug their shoulders not knowing how to answer. I would tell them that there is no way to measure it because they haven?t made a number that big. Now when I ask them their response is ?so big their is no number???Always in question form as if I need to reassure them every time.
Our kids need to hear how much they mean to us. In their eyes we are their guardians, their protectors. We are here to show them an example of one way to live their life. It is our duty to guide them towards decisions that will allow their lives to be what they are meant to be.
At this point in my life, being a father has been the greatest joy I have ever experienced. I don?t really see anything that can even come close to it. I for one will always work at remembering that no matter what is going on in my life, I should never take fatherhood for granted.
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Guy Maltais writes on topics related to personal development, technology and internet marketing. Don?t forget to visit his blog ResourceBlvd to get some genuine advice and tools to help in growing your online business.
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