I’m not always a great Dad. I understand that, and I try to work on it. Like anyone, some days I do better than others. For the most part, I think I’m a good Dad. And every once in a while I feel like I get it right. Joining karate with my daughter was one of those victories, giving us something to do together every night, an hour of working out and the drive to and from, just the two of us.
Another was with my four-year-old son a while back. He had been having trouble settling down to bed.
Published on May 22, 2009 07:10