It's a fallen world...Happy Father's Day to all fathers who are fathers to ALL their children. (When we don't mind that a supposedly simple trip to the park is perceived as a shameless display of sinfulness.)
I have long accepted, being my father's son myself, that parents (fathers, in particular, as a father myself) will always love their children so much more than the other way around. Now my children are children, but they will grow up, and discover my misdeeds -- sins or crimes, even! -- and may end up despising me, cursing me, till I die. And perhaps wish me dead as soon as possible, sooner than God or nature plans. But how much should it matter? It's a given that I'll try to win back their love and respect. And if it would be in vain, though they may curse me every second and every day till the day I die, I'll still love them more and more till the day I die. (That is, if ever love can be measured via hourglasses and calendars.) * * *