Friday, June 19, 2009

They Got My Toe Charlie. They Got My Toe...

This post was originally written for the amazingly cool NYC Mama. You can check out her Celebrating Dad feature right here. I urge you. No, I absolutely implore you to check out her site. Happy Father's Day to all. Rock it.

I have to admit that I am terrible at stopping to smell the roses. I'm constantly on the go. I'm always stressed out. I'm like that proverbial Hamster in the wheel. I run and run but often get nowhere. There are so many missed opportunities in life and most of the time; you don't get a second chance. When you have kids, it's easy to get caught up in the rigmarole. As a parent, I find myself taking the shortcuts most of the time, to get things done. This is bad. I don't do this on purpose. I have become a product of my environment. I feel as if there are times that I don't pay enough attention to what's most important.

Father's Day is coming again. I don't feel like I deserve another "Kiss the Cook" apron. I can't accept a subscription to the beer of the month catalog in good conscience. I am not worthy of a "One Free Kiss" coupon. My two daughters show me unconditional love. They didn't choose me. They never take me for granted. It will be almost seven years since I held my baby daughter in my arms for the first time. It's hard to look back on that day and put it into words. Becoming a Dad changed my life. It made me recognize my own mortality. It taught me how to give love from the deepest place in my soul and how to accept it, just the same. Who would have thought that living with three females, would teach me what it means to be a man?

Family is the most important thing in the universe. It trumps everything. It is the Royal Straight Flush of life. Today I stopped to smell the roses... Kind of. What I found was something that shook me to the core. Aside from having feet that bare the resemblance to that of a family of frogs or some similar amphibious creature, I think I found life's meaning.

Both of my precious, beautiful and unique daughters, for better or for worse, have my toe. They have the exact same fucking toe. This is what being a Dad is all about. This is my Löwenbräu moment.

There are 34 toes in our house that will forever be... Out-Numbered.

Happy Father's Day!

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