I remember holding my daughter when she was born. She looked like a fragile, little thing that could disappear in my hands at any second. She opened her eyes to look at me and it was the most beautiful sight. As I was taking her home, I vowed that no matter what, I’ll always be there for my daughter.
The years passed by and my daughter was already a teenager. At this point, my wife and I went through a parenting phase that we could only describe as a nightmare. Our daughter would skip school, hang out with bad company, and was unruly a majority of the time. My wife and I struggled with feelings of shame and guilt especially because we had done all we could to raise her in the best way we knew how.
