In spite of my hesitancy and reservations I have chosen to engage in the endeavor and let the cards fall where they may.
Let me start by saying that being a father is one of the most important roles in my life. I absolutely love being a dad. I love coming home to my girls, spending time with them, watching them do the things that they love. There are few things in life that I am more passionate about then being a dad. Life is at it's best when those few things come together in moments splendor and joy!
I willingly sacrifice much for my girls and will give more to see them grow and develop from young ladies into confident women. My purpose as far as they are concerned is to guide and protect them (sometimes from themselves), to invite them into adulthood, to give them a safe and secure place to be themselves, and to demonstrates God's love to them (unconditional).
Here is the sticky part; the part where I get gut level honest.
Being a father is difficult, hard, and scary. Furthermore most of the time I feel like i am flying blind. I don't father out of the experience of being fathered well. In all truthfulness I really wasn't. My biological father rejected all responsibility of being a dad. My step-dad (along with my mom) did everything they could just to get by. Financially supporting six children it was apparent that getting through the day was the goal most days.
Don't worry! This story does get better. It's not all "whoa is me" and "gloom and doom". There is redemption! It's all in part 2 so stay tuned!