"Hey Dad...

...what do you think about your son now?"

That's what the Filter song asks. It's one of those cheesy songs that gets to me, and I end up thinking it's great despite it's super-cheese factor. I think in the song the line is intended to have a negative connotation, suggesting a strained father-son relationship (yes, I'm giving Filter A LOT of credit here; whomever is counting can subtract the requisite punk points now). My experience was opposite of that though, so I hear it differently. To me it's like a left hook to the soul because it's a question that I desperately wish I could have an answer to.

When I was younger my father seemed indomitable. There was nothing he couldn't fix or solve. He held every answer and solution in his palm, ready to dispense as needed. It was second nature to know I could count on him.

Today, as I played with baby daughter, it really hit me that this is my job now. I'm the one who has to be the super-human problem solver, the one who has to come through whenever I'm needed, no matter what. It's scary and a little daunting, but it's also an honor and a challenge that I'll gladly take on without hesitation.

I'm Daddy.