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(An essay on the lessons of life and fatherhood)
Most of us know that it doesn’t take much to become a father. Afterall, I’ve performed the feat five times without even thinking about it; and it was the easiest ten minutes of my life… twelve counting warm-up time. But the decision to be a father (and the best one I could be) is one of the toughest things I’ve ever attempted to do and, in my humble opinion, one of the noblest things I have ever aspired to become. Any man who has dared to step up to the challenge of raising kids to adulthood will tell you that fatherhood is hard.
To be fair to the ladies, motherhood is no walk in the park either. Fact is: there is no book (rule or play) for either parent to go by that comes with a “Get Your Life Back” guarantee. Still, motherhood — at its worst — is a safe bet; while fatherhood — at its best — is a stacked one. Win, lose or draw, mothers always get the shout out, the trophy and the game ball. Fathers, if we’re lucky, get to sit beside her when she does. To paraphrase Bill Cosby: A father’s odds are never better than 50/50. We’ll either get it wrong, or we’ll fail to get it right, because our children just aren’t reading the right books.