As I sit on my new outdoor cushy chair with a cushy ottoman, I write.
I like being a father. But even better I love being a dad. I can't imagine my kids calling me father like you hear other countries do. It seems so formal. So out of place. So non-engaging.
Sure there have been times in the past when I hear "Dad" and think...ummm...can I have a second to rest but it then that I realize that I am needed. Sure sometimes they want something from me but that want can be a great thing.
"Dad, can you help me tie my shoes?"
"Dad, the computer isn't working again."
"Dad, can we go outside and play something?"
"Dad, supper's ready."
I know that it is probably still a few years away but I still let my mind drift every once in awhile to the kids not being in the house anymore. How difficult will that be! It seems like just yesterday that we were setting up our first home in Dodge City and comforting them at night and rocking them back to sleep. Colbi enters high school this year. A big step! Bret will still be at Pound so he is just a couple of blocks away. Do you really have to let them fly away?
Oh the life of a dad!
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