As long as I can remember, I’ve been involved with raising children. Literally since I was a child myself. I became comfortable with being around babies and kids, and I realized how easy it was for me to take care of them and make them happy.

My own father was not a bad person, but he was a bad father. I knew, even without any outside experience, that a father and son could (and should) have a better relationship. A mutual relationship. Not just an intimidating or impatient authority figure looking down at you.

But I think there is a single, defining moment in my life that mare me consciously decide that I wanted children of my own. When I was about 16, while looking after a group of children at a church while the parents were attending a sermon, a toddler girl got in a scuffle with another toddler and started crying. The other volunteers responded to the incident, but no one was trying to get the girl to stop crying. I just instinctively picked her up and held her until she calmed down. I eventually had to put her down to use the restroom, and she didn’t seem to mind me leaving. But when I came back she was standing right there at the door while the others were playing. She wordlessly put her arms out, asking to be held again.

That’s when it hit me. That was the perfect moment of clarity that made me realize what kind of impact I could have on a child. I couldn’t think of anything else for the rest of the day.

My first son just turned two. He pisses me off on an almost daily basis, but I love him more than life itself. I hope I do a good job.

Wanted to be a good dad, so I am.

because I’m one of the good guys. it’s my responsibility to assist the human race continue, by bringing up kids who are loved, cared for, educated, free of all prejudice, and can be whomever they want to be. There are too many assholes in the world and we need some good people to offset the craziness. there are obvious issues bringing kids into the world of climate change and burgeoning ww3 but my time is limited on this earth, I can’t wait for a better time. i have two beautiful children, 11 and 6, girl and boy. both are amazing. being a parent is the hardest job ever. but the most rewarding ever. to all you good dad’s out there. you rock. grow into the man you want to be to share your life with them. they don’t stay tiny for long. enjoy every moment. be there. sacrifice. do whatever it takes to bring up the best children you can. we all got this

My kid was not planned. When the test came back positive, we decided to just roll with it. Best thing that ever happened to me. She’s grown now and still voluntarily speaks to me. We’re gonna go fuck around in Maine in a couple weeks and I’m really looking forward to it.

I don’t wish to advocate for anybody who doesn’t want that to do it, but for me, it was amazing.

The development of humans is super interesting and I wanted to participate. I didn’t want to produce any, but help add positively to some lives. I can see my influence in these three and I love them to peices, but I don’t think I’m particularly good at the gig.

Became step dad to a 13 year old because he needed serious help. He and his mom were living with her dad and it was slowly driving them crazy. Old man was nothing but a bundle of bad ideas.