Being a DadIt's hard for me to put in words on what being a father means to me. When my son was born he was early. 3 months early, I spent day and night with him feeding him through a tube in his nose. Holding him everyday for as long as they would let me. He was small but a fighter, he has some infection but he never gave up. Thinking about it now I cannot help it when the tears well up in my eyes.
As I watch him grow older coming fast on 7. His sister always on his heals. Learning about being a kid. It amazes me that with all the bad things going on around me, the terrible things I have done in life. I have this little person who loves me unconditionally. Who walks in every day with out skipping a beat and says he loves me. A person who is content to sit on my lap for hours just to be able to hang out with me. The feeling that overcomes me when we are together. Even now just talking about it here on this board. I am so grateful for what has been givin to me. I will always love him no matter what. It's a fathers love that will make him into a man one day. God willing he will to enjoy the feeling that I am so lucky to have.
Reading this you can Imagine how I feel about my daughter.
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Jamcojay 31-35, M 5 Responses 8 Jun 22, 2007