It is that which I lavish upon all of my children with such a fierceness that I often find myself wishing, with the entirety of my heart, that I could shield them from the sometimes necessary but often difficult lessons that life must teach them.
I want them to be whole and wise. I want them to value family and relationships. I want them to know how to recognize real love and real happiness. Not the counterfeit kind. But that which is pursued with integrity and rewarded with interest.
So it's on bittersweet nights like last night that I fully appreciate both the blessing and the challenge of fatherhood.
Do you Dads often feel this way? Do Moms realize it? Can you picture your Father having these thoughts about you?