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| Superdad Ken |
My father was the best kind of father, involved. He did his share of the housework and childcare because he wanted to. My mother's agoraphobia often kept her at home so we went to the beach,
to picnics, to the Sunday free swim at the local pool and to the
movies with dad.
There were times in our lives when he had three jobs. He was in the military and often away at sea. He also sometimes had a weekend job repairing televisions and sometimes he taught television repair two nights a week for a continuing education program. Keeping five children cavity-free and in shoes cost a lot but I don't remember his absences. He always disparaged people who offered presents instead of presence.
My husband is also a loving, caring, involved father.
And Superdad Ken is the same kind of father, involved and perfect.
