| Guest Post | Nathan Foster |
I love my family.
I can’t begin to describe the intimate connection I feel when I think of my kids. I never knew I could love this much.
Yet I’m not really a very good father. Can I admit that I’m easily distracted and often get bored when I hang out with my kids? In spite of my persistent desire to wake them up at night because I miss them, in spite of the butterflies I get when I stare at them, sometimes I can’t handle more the 15 minutes of running around the park or playing hide and seek.
I often wonder what is wrong with me that after a couple of hours of watching my kids I’m anxious to run away.