My brother and his son have always been very close. From the moment of birth until now, as my nephew awaits the birth his own first child, my brother has been very close to him and done his best to make sure he has the skills he needs to really succeed in this world.
I always dreamed of being that way with a daughter. I thought it might give me a chance to really bond with and understand another female, but that was not to be. I am very close to my sons though. I look at the men they have become and marvel that once we were once almost one creature. I carried them with me everywhere I went, heard their slightest cries no matter where they were. The touch of their breath upon my neck assured me that all was well.
To see a baby bonding with his father, is a beautiful sight. Those tiny arms don’t even fit around a neck that could someday be their best friend. Those kisses that were once the exclusive right of a mother are now shared by lucky fathers and sons and it makes them both stronger. It makes our world a better place when our men know real love right from the start and understand it is a very manly thing to know.
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