Not too long ago I heard a fellow on a radio program talking about how he brought home a dozen roses for his daughter on the occasion of some very important event in her life.
I found tears streaming down my cheeks (even though I was driving my car) because it reminded me how my father never bothered to spend more than a cursory fifteen minutes with his daughter, about three times a year.
Fathers, please, take care of your daughters. Your sons, too, but your relationship with your daughter is very important. You need to treat her as a very special, very important, very much loved person who deserves the world. My father was so busy making himself rich "for the family" (by which he meant it was his fondest wish to be rich and a huge spendthrift, and had rationalized himself into believing that all we wanted was the same thing he wanted--to be very rich) that he couldn't be bothered with his own children. My brother grew up to be an arrogant bastard who thought he was entitled to walk on everyone he knew (not because he was spoilt but because he saw that in his father) and I grew up feeling unloved and unwanted.
I'm not going to go into details. Just remember that neglecting your children is bad. Don't do it.
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