Bound to (6-16-2018)
Bound to
After over fifty years, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, engaged in an endeavor I entered into by choice and choice alone, suffice to say, fatherhood is not an undertaking that can be carried out to anywhere near perfection. It is a lifelong event, a conviction, thousands of prayers, to stand by and defend, come what may. Siring is not fathering, nowhere near fathering.
Making the choice to be a father five times in a row are decisions I have not spent a single moment regretting. Over the years, sometimes all in the same day, I believed I was the worst, most mediocre, and best father to have ever existed.
I owe thanks to that boy, over fifty years ago, for the tough decision he made, glad to be the man who, through a helluva life, stood by that decision and lived to tell the stories. I have known and cared for these five people the all of their lives, my children.
Thousands of masks wore my face. Underneath them all was the face of who I truly am, a father’s son, a father.
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© 2018 artwork, music and words
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Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2018 ©
After over fifty years, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, engaged in an endeavor I entered into by choice and choice alone, suffice to say, fatherhood is not an undertaking that can be carried out to anywhere near perfection. It is a lifelong event, a conviction, thousands of prayers, to stand by and defend, come what may. Siring is not fathering, nowhere near fathering.
Making the choice to be a father five times in a row are decisions I have not spent a single moment regretting. Over the years, sometimes all in the same day, I believed I was the worst, most mediocre, and best father to have ever existed.
I owe thanks to that boy, over fifty years ago, for the tough decision he made, glad to be the man who, through a helluva life, stood by that decision and lived to tell the stories. I have known and cared for these five people the all of their lives, my children.
Thousands of masks wore my face. Underneath them all was the face of who I truly am, a father’s son, a father.
http://wordwulf.com
Inquiries: [email protected]
© 2018 artwork, music and words
conceived by and property of
Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2018 ©
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