I had a great Thanksgiving and the reason wasn’t the ten footbal games I watched. In fact what made it so nice happened the day before Thanksgving.
I volunteer at a day-care center and they were going to have a pre-Thanksgiving party on Wednesday starting at 11 o’clock. I got caught up doing errands (and was slightly grouchy because of it) so I was a few minutes late.
“No problem”, I thought, “What day-care center starts things on time?”
Well, that day they did. The 2 year olds were just finishing up there song as I started walking up the center aisle. Samantha, who has just turned 2, got down off the stage and started running towards me saying, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”, her hands up in the standard “Up me!” position.
She never slowed down. She had no doubt that I would catch her.
And I did to be rewarded with a big hug.
I glowed for four days.
And I also wondered why in hell the feminists and their male drones don’t have those kinds of experiences.
The only way you can believe that children don’t need fathers is to be totally isolated from children.