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A Father Nonetheless


A father should be a hero: gallant, and valiant. That's relatively the social expectation of a father figure. For such structure, fatherhood extends beyond sperming an ovum. 

That's our expectations. Failure on these expectations sees the society questioning the father of his moral claim on the child.  For a mother, there is the unmatchable and unquestionable nine-month sacrifice that any amount of post-birth mishap or misnomer could not erase. The pain a mother passes through during birth is beyond any bearable decibel. 

Therefore the baggage of expectation is often much on the father, as the mother's nature-induced pain has compensated for anything. When a father fails, the society and the child complain. But, should that mindset be coming from the child without considering other factors?



Many a father nowadays desires to be a role model but the gnawing environment saps their realities to pitiable shambles. No excuse for them though but time is harsher and harder with nature dealing its cruelty and the environment also not comforting. Many a father is not a hero nor a super-human. The dearth of the needful fails them as they fail their children. 

And the society sets a standard of the elite-fatherhood that every child wants in their ideal father. This is a low-blow for every constrained father who is trying to dredge his way up the muddy root of our unplanned environment and mis-prioritized family structure?

Thus, a child should pity his father against the cast of the society--the expectation and the choke. And a father should despite all encumbrances set a model-able standard. In spite of the financial decapitation, you may not be able to take your child to all Disney places but you can imbue in him or her virtues, comportment, and standards to remain straight in the lure of his or her lacks.  

--toonday

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