You’ve got four kids, aren’t you a bit more spermy? I don’t want to get hung up on technicalities, especially given the historical and political facets of this holiday. I know how father’s have been persecuted simply for loving their children. Raising children in the shadows and alleys of some of the darkest eras meant instant death for some of the greatest father’s of history. And now, I’m 2019, I’m just having a hard time getting into the spirit of Father’s Day. And I think it’s all because of my inability to break away the technical minutiae surrounding the definitions of Fatherhood and allow myself to relish in the fact that there are dads everywhere of all different races, sizes, and orientations.
Black
White
Latino
Chinese
Japanese
Greek
Polish
French
Fat
Skinny
Muscularly-abled
Gay
Straight
Cis
Transgendered

It’s beautiful..

But can I see the beauty today if I keep worrying about how much more of your sperm have fertilized eggs? Do I let go of the core definitions of fatherhood and see the glory of dads everywhere? Will I ever see fatherhood with my heart, and not my brain?