Sometimes being a dad is really hard. It’s rewarding, but tough. It’s tough because you realize early on that real love means you sometimes have to do things that you know won’t seem loving to your kids at the time. But, of course, if kids were able to define what fatherly love looks like then I suppose there’d be no groundings, no spankings, and no lectures; just ice cream, cake and sodas, and affirming nods and pats on the back. Fortunately, kids don’t get to define ‘love,’ and so we dads (and moms) get to try our best not to raise malnourished, bratty, self-centered human beings.