My well-fed fat face

I celebrate Father’s Day, not as a father, but as a parent.

As a human living in this world trying to give back as much as I get.

I am not teaching my boys to be a man or a woman, or anything in between.

Knowing how to change the oil in the car is just as important as doing the dishes, cleaning the house.

The duties of a family are divided by time, not gender.

My duty as a parent is to create humans who know how to be kind, to understand empathy is not a weakness, that the world is full of people who are as beautiful as they are dangerous.

I will do this till I die, not as a sacrifice, but a choice.

I chose to be their parent.

They did not choose to be born.