As the father of two boys, and with twins on the way, I’m cashing in my Father’s Day chip to share some unsolicited thoughts on the rewards of being called “Dad.”
I’ll start with one of its most unexpected and wonderful gifts: time travel. I’m starting to gray and lose hair, crows’ feet fan out around my eyes, and my joints could use some WD-40, but I get to relive cherished parts of my own childhood with my kids, and that keeps me young.
When my boys break out the Legos, I jump right in.