I recognize how difficult teenagers can be. Most teens don't want to spend time with their folks, so it's the short segments here and there -- driving them from one place to another -- that can make or break a relationship.
Once children hit their teens, they can seem so independent, but according to an article in Psychology Today, "adolescent girls are more likely to form positive opinions of men and are better able to relate to them when fathered by an involved dad."
The article said daughters without an involved father are 53 percent more likely to marry as teens, 71 percent more likely to have children as teenagers, and 92 percent more likely to get divorced themselves.
The U.S. Department of Health reports that "63 percent of teen suicides come from fatherless homes. That's 5 times the national average."
And according to Justice and Behavior, 90 percent of all runaways and homeless children are from fatherless homes, as well as 80 percent of rapists with anger problems and 71 percent of all high school dropouts. Eighty-five percent of all youths in prison come from fatherless homes. That's 20 times the national average.
I know now how fortunate I've been to have a father like mine, although I didn't always recognize what I had. I remember one time when I was a kid, I watched a western movie where the dad jumped in front of his child just as a shot was being fired. It ended up costing him his life. The scene stuck with me. I couldn't get it out of my head, probably because I could absolutely imagine my own dad doing that same thing. I knew he wouldn't even hesitate. It was an upsetting, yet wonderful, realization.
Skip ahead many years, to when I was in the hospital, giving birth to my own daughter. My parents were in a waiting room just down the hall. Afterward, Mom told me how much it was tearing my dad apart to hear me in pain. My hurting hurt him. That touched me greatly then. Touches me still.
My family isn't terribly affectionate. We don't often, or easily, express what we feel. We're far more likely to prank you than hug you, but my brother and I always knew we were important to our dad. We knew he worried about us and sacrificed for us and felt our pain when we hurt.
It might've taken me longer than it should, but I realize now that Dad did me a favor when he set the bar so high. It's something special to find a man who recognizes his value as a father. Who makes his children his top priority. It's something to be admired and appreciated.
And so is my dad.
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