Some days it feels overwhelming to think about the responsibility of raising two unicorns. All kinds of fear and anxiety comes up when I start contemplating whether I am doing okay or if I am utterly screwing up my kids. Then I think about my own father and everything comes into perspective. I have been fortunate - my dad was there, he taught me things, and he continues to do that for me today. Just as I have had trials and tough times in my own life, I know my kids will fall - they will get bloodied and bruised in the arena of life (as we all do). The truth I have come to learn is that I just need to do my best to be there and show up for them - encourage them to stand back up lend a supporting hand just as my father has done for me. Thank you dad.