dad

i really do. to be one of those dads you see on family sitcoms. like bill cosby. or even the dad on 7th heaven. yeah. you know, a dad with a sense of humor. a dad with all the answers. cheerful, full of energy, tall, confidence, playful and with no problems to weight him down. no worries on his mind. no financial worries to think about. plenty of money to buy the kids all that they want from toys r us. to spoil ‘em rotten. to have all the time in the world to spend at the park on a sunny day. run around, roll around in the grass. to kick the soccer ball around with ‘em. to hang upside down on the monkey bars and enjoy the time. to not have to run off to work each morning and arrive back home when it’s late and dark. time. yeah, that’s what i need. time and money. ..time and money.. and this headache to go away. ..to be a good dad. that’s all i want to be. that guy. that happy guy you see in the ads in those parenting magazines with the perfect smile, the perfect wife, the perfect body, the perfect house, the perfect lawn, the perfect family, the perfect life. carefree, laughing, enjoying life.