Dads.
Brave men who daily go into space to seek a role, genetically determined but not naturally perceived. What
of fatherhood is a role that is being built. Yeah! Contrary to conventional wisdom which gives a sort of "natural endowment" the epiphany of a statement status, being a father and a craft that you learn ... you hear!
I say this because, viscerally opposed to a mother who gradually discovers his role through a biological mutation (and, therefore, more mental) the father is found that a ista 
nte after childbirth.
That child, let's face it, is basically a stranger, a discovery that rips the soul, an encounter that will not fade under the rasp of the time, but that takes time to build. But also to be determined.
However, the father is a pillar in the existence of each. Whatever the role and status regardless of the time that we had with us.
Dad (it's more intense talk so!) is a cornerstone of growth and the formation of each. Fundamental in shaping the character, a presence (even if not present) who becomes spirit, thought, action through us.
In other words, we're a little the father we had.
We are also the mistakes they have made with us. If these considerations
vibrate in my veins when I think of myself as a father, son and makes me soften my look very forgiving towards my and others' fathers.
So I would like to time I listen, to understand how love can come from a father can be and how strong sense of responsibility that drives their daily actions. And how torment only to the idea of \u200b\u200bmaking a mistake that cost dear to our children.
Our children, our children's future ... even and especially when one of us will testify tomorrow that there will be more. Our being fathers walk in the spirit and actions of our children, in what I think, in what they do and how to love: even if we have very little time with them.
To us children the task of bearing witness to the sense of "memory".
And I dedicate this post:
- to me as a father
- to me as a child
- a father who's got
- a father who
- is a father who has it had
- to fathers who have made mistakes
- to fathers who were unable to "grow" with their children
- and above a father who has it had and will discover it within himself to give it to others
To you, my love, hoping that you can begin to dig deep to find out how much your father's ports within you.
Why, I am sure that father love him intensely, because with the weak presence and with the explosive power of his absence has allowed you to be who you are. Even for me.
A hug. And I will try to do it and how he knew he could do.
