Today, I'm thinking about my father who died when I was a baby. As a young man, the concept of being a father felt alien to me. I was full of anger, anxiety, and confusion. But now having experience fatherhood I have come to realize it is one of the greatest gifts to humanity, And even though I didn't get to spend time with my father. The process of raising my daughter has shown me how magical and nonlinear fatherhood is. It's being that strong tree to provide shelter, it's also gently holding their hand while encouraging a leap of faith into the unknown, it's also feeding the fire of their curiosity. My anger has subsided and I am now grateful and almost feel as though my journey is somehow being shared through our lineage.
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