So today, begins Birthday Season. My oldest turns 23. Twenty Three, veintitrés, as in 1992 was 23 years ago. Wait... what? didn't I just bring him home from the hospital? I occasionally like to read other Dad blogs, and today I read a post on one blog where he said he looked at his kid and thought "Holy crap! I'm his Dad" "I'm this kid's Dad!" I have been a parent now for 23 years and I still look at my 4 boys and think. Sonofabitch! I am a Dad! What was God thinking letting me do this?
I have had my moments where I feel like a failure, other times when I feel like I am THE World's Best Father and all you other fathers can kiss my ass, and there are the times in between when I am just Dad and do the best i can with what I have. My kids love me regardless (although my 18 year old's intentions are questionable sometimes, but that is a whole 'nother post).
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