When I was a kid I wanted to be the coolest dad ever once I grew up.
And as I was growing up I took 200000000 notes of what I would have to do if I wanted to be Daddy Cool. I took note of my dad’s mistakes and promised I would never do the same. I promised myself that I’d always be there and that no work related issue would come before my kids. I had decided that I’d play with them as often as I could and that I was going to make sure they got plenty of attention. I had decided that I would read them bed time stories and sit with them to do homework and stuff…
Then I grew up and my inner-child hid away in shame.
I had some time to think for the past few weeks… I know I should have taken this time and done something constructive or so… but I have instead decided to do some sort of balancing on it… you know?? Like you do with your check book???
Well yeah… I am none of the things I wanted to be… Well… I am a dad.
But I don’t seem to be able to spend a long as I’d like it with my kids… Even though I am at home with them.
When TB asked me to come and play with him and I said I’d do it later because I was a little busy at the moment.
“You are ALWAYS busy!” he told me and turned to walk away
