You say you don’t like me when I show up at school expectantly to help motivate you in class. You say the same thing when I talk to your teachers every day about you.
You say I’m not your friend when I don’t let you stay up all night or eat anytime you want. Or insist on a proper bedtime. You accuse me of being the bad guy just because I insist that you treat mom with respect.
I understand you want to sever all diplomatic relations when I won’t take you at 11:55 p.m. the night before to get a poster for your “surprise” class project.
I’m OK with that. Because, if I have to choose between being your dad and your friend, I will take door No. 1 for now.
Because I’m your dad, I will teach you everything I know that could help you be happy. I will try to live what I teach because hypocrites aren’t cool.
Even when you express your displeasure, I will try to keep my cool. Notice I said try. When you say something to press my buttons, I will do my best to count to 10.
Because some day, I have a feeling you might need me. And I promise I will be there, as your dad and a friend.