Well let's see, did you travel to the end of the Earth to feed your children when there was no food in the neighborhood.
Did you take time to burp them when the milk was done and the breast was aching because of the sucking to dawn.
Held the head up and kept the back straight when the baby was taking in the scenery. While you were barely standing from lack of sleep, and knowing you had to get ready for work in two hours.
What did you say? Gaga go ga while they were still in the crib and made those weird faces that would have put you in the looney bin. If someone saw you.
Tell me, did you smell the bm as the child smiled while you reached around to their back side and wipe their derriere.
Thought about pain and sorrow as the child stumbled to maintain their strength as they started to walk. Yet you gasping for air, ooh, ah's , for knowing that they would fall on their face if they weren't careful.
Took it to heart while watching them grow and not letting anyone touch them until they were ready to be held.
Yes that is right, all the above would consider you a father that cares, loves, and shares.
Never lifting a finger to be self-centered to give and love unconditionally is the father you call yourself to be.
You are a member of Lawrence Jones's Fan Club!
