Becoming a Dad 553.3
Abraham Lincoln is a very special hero of mine, so his birthday, February 12, has always been noteworthy. But 32 years ago, that day took on a life-changing meaning. It was the day I became a father for the first time. My son Justin was born, changing forever my perspective and priorities.
Coming from a large family (nine brothers and sisters), I thought I knew what parenting involved, but until I watched my own child’s birth and held his tiny head in my hand, I had no idea how exhilarating and intimidating fatherhood could be.
It was a different and deeper kind of love than I had ever experienced. I found joy simply by touching him, watching him, even changing his diapers.
Worry and responsibility took on new meanings. I worried all the time – and still do – about his health and happiness. And I internalized a sense of responsibility to keep him safe and help him develop the skills and attributes he would need to make him a happy and productive person.
Because I wanted him to be proud of me, I started thinking more about how I was living my life and what it would take to be worthy of this precious gift. In fact, it was becoming a father that started me on the journey that led to the establishment of the Joseph & Edna Josephson Institute of Ethics, named after my own parents.
I have been blessed with four more magnificent children – all daughters – and I can honestly say that no accomplishment I’ve achieved or honor I’ve received has been as important as the title “Dad.”
Justin, thanks for that profound gift. I hope to be worthy of it. Happy birthday, Son.
This is Michael Josephson reminding you that character counts.

Comments
I don’t have kids but I do have my Dad. For me is amazing the love and devotion from any Father to his children. I am proud to say that I love my Dad most that anything in life and that he is the most important person on earth. He is for me my hero. He always is there when I need it and no matter what mistake I execute, I know that his arms are going to be open to me all the time. We had our fights like every child with her dad but we overcome those situations. No matter what happens, he always is going to be my dad and I am always going to be his daughter.
Posted by: Maria Lorena Rodriguez | February 12, 2008 8:12 PM
I lost my Dad 8 years ago. He was 80. Even though I am 50, have my own children (22 and 20) and a loving wife, I still miss him and his wisdom. No matter what, Dads have special place in our hearts, and they are not appreciated enough. His hard work and continued caring has made me a better person and I hope I can give to my children as much as he gave me. Thank you Michael for reminding us every day that Character Counts !
Posted by: Levon Keshishian | February 14, 2008 4:37 PM
I am a 55 yr old woman. My Dad died when I was 2 yrs old. My mother married 1 other man when I was 11. She
only stayed with him for a couple of yrs. He did not accept me as his child so she divorced him. I do not know what it means to have a Dad. I long to have that feeling.
Posted by: Terry Applewhite | February 18, 2008 5:20 AM