In honor of Father’s Day, I had considered writing about my dad and our relationship. Then I considered writing about what being a dad means to me. But then I thought, what better way to express what Father’s Day means to me than to tell my kids what they mean to me? Because, after all, isn’t that what defines me as a father? In that light, I offer an open letter to my kids on Father’s Day (from youngest to oldest).
You came into my life almost two years ago. Sooner than that when you consider the impact you had on Mom before I met (re-met) her. You are a force to be reckoned with, young man. You are Lucafer and Angelucas. Your high energy and intensity make you an exceptional human being, and I am proud to call you my son. I love you, Poop Face.
When you were born, I called you my Little Bird, and even wrote a poem to you. It may be the only poem I’ve ever written to anyone. Your precociousness precedes you wherever you go. You are stubborn (convicted), manipulative (commanding), funny, sincere, also a little intense, and a slew of other amazing things. I am proud to call you my spawn. I love you, Little Bird.
I don’t even know where to begin. Chances are, you won’t be able to understand this in the same capacity as the other boys. You… You’ve changed me. So much of who I am is because you have the courage to be who you are. You’ve challenged me with your unique, raw perspective of the world around you. You are as difficult as you are loving. You inspire me. Thank you for being my first born, for setting the bar, and for giving me new purpose. I love you, Little Professor.
With love and appreciation,