Being a dad (without a dad)
SUNDAY, October 10 – My brain is reeling and I can’t get to sleep. There’s a kind of logic going round and round in my head: I lost my father when I was thirteen, so I never had a good role model for bringing up my children.
The boys lost their mother when they were nine and twelve, which means they don’t have the right role model to pass on to them the necessary maternal instincts.
As a single parent it’s fairly easy to drive yourself up the wall. I mumble that I’m a good father to my boys and that I’m doing my utmost best to fill in for their mother. I am a good parent and the boys will grow up to be stable and happy adults.
I tell myself out loud that I’m doing a good job, but I don’t believe a word of it. It’s only quarter after two.
Diary of a Widower 
All parents have these thoughts now and then, perhaps not in the middle of the night;-). When it hits me I think about what a wise person once said. “Given the knowledge you possess and the circumstances that are you’re doing the best you can.” Hey, what more can you do;-).
Hmm, I wonder who that wise person could have been 😉