I love the Dad that holds his child’s hand and takes him for a walk in the woods, or plays with him in the park. The father–child emotional attachment is invaluable.
I admire the Dad that forgets about work when he gets home and remembers to reconnect with his family. Just 30 minutes of concentrated time each night could work miracles.
I cheer on the Dad that notices his child’s needs, who stops, teaches and nurtures. It’s an awesome responsibility and incredibly rewarding.
I support the Dad that does not live with his children, has obstacles in his way, but does all he can to be involved.
I’m saddened by the dad that does not connect emotionally with his kids. I feel badly for the dad too.
I’m angered at the dad that is not tolerant of his kids’ inability to be perfect all the time.
I’m shaken to the core with the dad that does not support his children in any way; who never encourages, corrects, protects or loves.
I’m furious with men that never had any intention of being responsible for their actions. Men who never cared enough to take any precautions. Men who are emotionally vacant and irresponsible in an almost criminal way.
But, I’m thankful that there are many more good men who are loving Dads than not.
I’m hopeful we can find a way to interest young men enough to educate themselves as to their absolute importance as fathers, and encourage them through the process.