A Good Day for Being a Dad


Today’s blog is a very short one because I want to make a different impression on you. Being a father is many things, and all of them are wonderful and scary and exciting and worrisome and breathtaking, difficult and funny and heartwrenching. And once it happens, it is forever. Being a father is being a father.

When I read the last page of the book Danny the Champion of the World to my daughters last Wednesday night, I could barely make it through the last paragraph. It was so powerful and challenging to me as a father that it made me pause. Here is how the son ends the book: “I reached out and slid my hand into his. He folded his long fingers around my fist and held it tight, and we walked on toward the village…And after that, we would walk home again and make up some sandwiches for our lunch. And after that….And after that?…And after that?…And after that?…Ah yes, and something else again. Because what I am trying to tell you….What I have been trying so hard to tell you all along is simply that my father, without the slightest doubt, was the most marvelous and exciting father any boy ever had.”

Enough said.