I don’t understand people who regret having their children. Being a Dad is simply the best part of my life.
I’ve always had trouble with self-discipline. It is only now, in my final act that I’m behaving with the discipline I should have shown four decades ago.
I like to tease my (biracial) children that the reason we had them was because we needed indentured servants, and also for genetic experimentation.
Over the years I’ve had questions raised about my sanity. One such was when my wife was carrying our third chile.
There has been very little good come of the galloping totalitarianism of the pandemic. One tiny bit of silver in that dark grey cloud has been the time I spend with my boys.