He may not always see himself for all that he is, but I do.
He may not always feel like the great father he imagined he would be, but he is.
He may not always feel good enough for his wife, because ‘she deserves better, she deserves more than this’, but he is.
He may not be able to give his family a car with registration and never ending internet, but he still gives us all he has.
He may not be able to take the pain of his wife’s trauma away, but he sure tries.
He may not feel he can be a good person, a person worth anyones time, but he is.
He may not always feel like a success, but he is.
He may not always hold it together when life is filled with the financial stress and the chaos of three children, but he doesn’t need to.
He may not always say the right thing, do the right thing, be the right thing, but no one does.
He may not be able to give us all the world he feels we deserve, but we don’t want it anyway.
He may cry, in anger, in frustration and in pain because he feels he is not worthy.
But he is.
He may feel that this world is too large for him to change, but its not.
He may not feel his worth.
And he may not see it.
But I do.