It's Fathers's Day and it makes me think about parents in general. About how they are wired into loving this mass of cells, a parasite, if you think about it strictly by definition, from the moment of conception. Labor and delivery are punishing to go through for the couple; moments of excruciating pain, with the loss of blood, sweat, and tears. And still, just a single cry from the source of all that pain, somehow brings happiness and a feeling of peace in them.

They are only human. They make mistakes. Not everything they do is right, but they mean well. There will be always be rules meant to be broken, battles meant to be lost, unjust punishments, and hurtful words.

I just want you to know that you are appreciated, despite of....because of...