I had one of those daddy moments yesterday. You know the kind that just makes your chest explode with love and makes you wanna snot all over yourself because of your unworthiness. My son rode home with me after lunch. He predictably fell asleep and as I carried him to his room, took off his sneakers and covered him up with his favorite blanket, he sleepily mumbled, “your my best friend dad”. I must admit I am misty even now writing about it. I whispered to him that he was mine too. Kissed his cheek and let him sleep.
Those moments are moments a parent lives for. I love my 3 kids more than life itself. I love that my girls snuggle with their daddy. I love that they will let me help them with their homework and I love that they love our daddy “dates”.
I hope that my kids will always see me as their best friend…I just have to remind myself that I am not.
Not their friend that is. I am their parent. I have to make tough choices FOR them. I have to discipline them. I have to be the last word. Friendships come and go. I need to be steady.
But…for now he is 3 and if he says I am his best friend…I will take it…every loving second of it.
Sean Rheaume 