We all have been guilty of this, some more than others, allowing technology and its fancy attention grabbing spectacles, to entertain our young children while we catered to either wok or our own desires. What ever happened to spending quality time with your loved ones, watching your kids grow up from toddlers to adolescents?
I had two Fathers.
No, this was not a situation where both of my fathers were lovers nor was I an adopted child to two men who wanted one of their own. One father was the one who taught me how to bait my own fishing pole, drive a manual-shift car, fire a shotgun into an open country field and hold my own when it came to self-defense. My other father had shed the importance of being sure I selected the right man to be in a relationship with. The right man to father my future children with and most importantly, how not to settle for one who did not display the actions of a real man, even though he was born with a penis and testicles between his legs. To a woman continuing to blossom and grow into her own, both fathers instilled great gems that I would be able to carry on throughout the rest of my life. They were my versions of true love!