Passing the Torch

     Sometimes men, and the pursuit of being manly, requires one to prepare. Someday, after all, even men have to pass on the torch of manliness. It's fortunate that sons come to them. While the many women may attest to the flame, they are not adequate keepers of it or carriers of the torch.

     My son makes me proud. I cannot be there at every moment to ensure my presence is felt-the courts in their so-called wisdom believe they can schedule my contact and proximity. My son, though, can be-at least until I manage to figure out a way to get him and some of my money back from my ex. I have the duty to train him well. He needs to be awesome, remind his mother of her foolishness in letting me get away, and be an example of my awesomeness for the other ladies around me. How many of you are almost as lucky as me?  He is the apple of my eye, my cold hand of reality that will help me keep my ex aware of reality when I can't. At such a young age, he already let's her know of how much better she should be. I know I've done my job as a father. Someday he will make a fine manager of some lucky ladies.