It takes a man to be a dad.
Any guy can make a baby. That just makes him a father. It takes a man, not a boy, to be a dad.
This was part of my very first post, oh so long ago, when I was working through my preparation to become a dad.
But what do these words mean?
Succinctly put, I have grown tired and angry with many of the depictions of fatherhood. I am infuriated with the pervasiveness of uninvolved, uncaring, and distant fathers. Perhaps it is because I take my role as a dad so seriously. But it breaks my heart to hear dads, who are doing a great job, feel that they are not doing enough. The simple fact that they are doing, is more than some.
Perhaps, to some, I am making a mountain out of a molehill with this. But, when you have been around, and looked into some of the darkness that exists in this world, you see things. You see the attention deprived child being brushed away by the guy on the phone talking about the game. You hear the pleading in the voice as a child asks, for the fifth time, for something as the guy walks away angry.
But, there is good too. You see the dad sneaking in after a long day just to give a child a kiss on the forehead as they sleep. There is the tired but determined look on the face of the dad as they wrangle their laughing little ones at a playground. There are the heartbroken tears that fall on the hospital floors outside of a room, where a dad is hiding his fear from the little child in the hospital bed.
Man up and be a dad
Being a dad is hard. It is exhausting. But it is one of the best things about this life that I have found thus far. I will never grow tired of screaming for some of the fathers out there to man up and start being a dad. Just like I will never run out of support for those that feel like they are failing. They are doing so much better than others, even if they cannot see it.
Live big, love bigger, and be kind, always.