“It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.” some bumper-sticker author said. I think it is never too late to need Dad.
When we’re little, Daddy is in charge of the world as we know it. Yes. I know we have a President, some countries have kings or prime ministers, but they are really not in charge of the world.
Dad knows everything, he can do anything, he is always right, he can always fix things. He’s almost like God.
“Hey, Daddy! Where is Helsinki?” My father always replied, “If you put things away where they belong, you would know where they are.” “Hey, Daddy! I really need to know about Helsinki.” “OK, let’s get the encyclopedia.”
“Hey, Dad! Can I use the car for a date tonight?” “Yeah. Be home before midnight.” Arriving home at 2:30 a.m., Dad was up waiting. We don’t understand about love and anger when we’re kids. Dads yell and shout, and we don’t realize it is because they care; we think it is because they have to be tough. Not this time. He said, “Thank God you’re safe. Go to bed, we’ll talk about this in the morning.”
“Hey, Dad! I got into trouble at school today. I didn’t really do anything wrong. That stupid teacher won’t listen to me.” “I’ll listen. What happened? Is that really