I'm ok at my job, not the best in the world, not the worst either. I tend to be lazy at times and would make a lot more money if I weren't.
I'm a decent fisherman, but have days where I can totally blow it.
I know I can be a better, more understanding husband.
I often lapsed in my religion and fall far short of the ideals I'd like to live up to.
I'm fairly fat with a scarred up face and am getting old, so I won't be winning any beauty contest (which also means I better keep my wife at least reasonably happy because my chances of catching another are slim).
Sometimes things beyond my control pile up. Curve balls keep getting thrown at me, people I love and trust the most dissapoint me and I begin to wonder "what the fuck"? But then my kid comes around and squeezes my neck and this I know.
For all of my faults, shortcomings and imperfections, I AM A DAMN GOOD DAD. My kid know's she's loved and that I'm proud of her because I remind her of it ever day. I keep up with and stay involved with what she's doing in school (pre K). She's sweet, kind hearted and well behaved, and while she knows my love for her is boundless, she also knows that I'm not a pushover with regard to expecting her to behave and be respectful. I encourage her to try things and to take reasonable risk, even if it means a few bumps and bruises and as a result she's one of those kids who has a ton of confidence, never meets a stranger and is always happy and having fun. I also know that no matter how bad everything is going to hell, there's one part of my life that is right, and when it comes to the most important thing, I ain't screwed it up yet.
Thank God for little girls.
"Put in the effort and good things happen"... Hogleg
"Salinity is proportional to sanity for sure" ..The Volfish