“I didn’t grow up with a father. I didn’t have a ‘father figure’ in my life until I was in my late teens; thankfully that man is still in my life today. So, when it came to ‘being a man,’ doing marriage the right way, and even more so, raising kids, I entered each stage knowing little to nothing about how I should feel. Needless to say, this has led to a lot of missteps, screw ups, and apologies.
Out of all the life events I’ve entered unprepared, being a dad stands out as different from the rest. Most days I feel like I’m screwing everything up and just waiting for the eventual notification that my kid(s) wants me to visit their therapist with them, where they will break the news to me that I screwed them up. But then I come home after a long day, and little smiling faces run up to me screaming, ‘DADA!!!’—pushing, shoving, and jockeying for position on who gets to climb into dad’s lap first. And in that moment, I feel like my life is amazing, and I’m killing it.
When it comes to parenting, I feel like I’m flying blind, building the plane as I fly it—whatever analogy you want.
But you’d never know it by the way my kids look at me.”
Mike Cruse, Papa Does Preach
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