It must suck to be a dad.

 I will never be a dad. Why? Well, obviously because I’m a girl, and also, because it must suck to be a dad.

Dads: Constantly having to swallow their pride because their wife is always right, or must be reassured that she is the most brilliant mind on the face of the earth.

Dads: Constantly stepping carefully around the words they say so as not to permanently damage their daughters’ self esteem. Trying so hard to save the world from another girl with “daddy issues.”

Dads: Giving up their weekends to watch their sons play sports, or act in musicals, or do whatever it is that their sons do best.

Dads: Always picking up the bill at a restaurant. Always offering to buy that last tank of gas before sending their kid back to school, or off to other cities to become just like him. Always selflessly providing for the family in the best way he sees fit, whether or we see it or not.

            The life of a dad must suck.

Or it must be the most amazing experience ever.  Seeing a person the size of a football grow to be more that 5 feet tall, fully functioning in the “real world” (I’m far from the real world, but my brother and friends are starting to get there) and to see that this person has his hair, or his eyes, or his nose, or his impeccable sense of humor, or his questionable taste in beer.
And as I get over the annoying fact that I have a couple missed calls, a voicemail, and a text message from my dad asking if I'm okay after the storms that passed through my town, it's becoming more and more clear to me:

It’s amazing to have a dad.

           

            It must be amazing to be a dad.

Because dad’s, believe it or not, are the kindest people in the world. Take note.