I know I am not a bad parent.

It’s that sometimes, I simply feel like a bad parent.

I’m not patient when I should be.

I raise my voice when I should not.

I make something a bigger issue than it should be.

I mean, I try to give myself the benefit of the doubt:

Everyone is tired, or everyone is hungry, or what have you…

But it’s hard.

This last Saturday was a good example.

We were all the worst versions of ourselves.

It’s difficult when we get such limited time off from work and school to be together, and everyone seems so unhappy by 11 a.m.

Anyway, I’m just trying to say I’m sorry.

If you have any memories of me where I was unkind, I apologize.

You were the great joy of my life and the best thing I ever did.

I love you.

-Dad