I am a dad.
I coach for sports I never played in school, cheerleader for teams I know will not win and teacher subjects I failed as a student.
I chauffeur, cook, clean mow, plumb, and build
I do not do these things because my kids are watching
or because that’s what the books said to do.
I do them because they are part of our world.
My kids have heard me…laugh until I cried, giggle like a little girl, sing Disney songs form heart and with soul and scream when I should have held my tongue.
Because these are parts of us.
They have seen me stand up for the weak, sweat to make myself better, fail and try again and loose poorly and walk away
Because these are parts of me.
I have carried my kids, pushed them, read to them and fought with them.
Because these are parts of being a parent.
In the back of my mind I know my kids are taking subconscious notes.
In the front of my mind, and in the middle and on the sides are full of the now.
Full of living and doing and being.
If I could think about each action before I took it, each speech before I gave it each mistake
before I made it.
I would be a better dad…But life doesn’t slow down to let me parent, so my kids get the very best of me. And the very worst.
They get all of me.