We could be forgiven for thinking that fathers aren’t average “humans” like the rest of us. I mean it’s never really added up has it?

They are masters of disguise. They are Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, and even the Tooth Fairy.

They are little league coaches, financial advisors, taxi drivers and ballet recital videographers.

They are bear huggers, back rubbers, toughen-up’ers, and confidantes.

They could be described in a thousand different ways and yet no singular description would be sufficient for all that they are.

So it’s easy to forget that they are actually just like us, just individuals trying to navigate their way through this tricky little maze we call Life.

If we’re being completely honest, we spend a lot of our twenties acting a little self-absorbed. Feeling sorry for ourselves that we’ve been thrust into a decade that we know next to nothing about, all the while forgetting that our dads were thrust into fatherhood in much the same way.

We complain about the endless list of decisions we have to make and take pity on ourselves when things fall apart. Forgetting that our dads are filled with just as many questions marks and insecurities as we are. They question whether they’ve done enough, whether they were too harsh or too soft, have they given us enough space or become too distant, and how they can help us separate right from wrong when they still trip up themselves?

Being in your twenties and being a father both involve making critical decisions and critical mistakes.

We both feel stuck but not stagnant.

We both hesitate to make changes and fight for things to stay the same. We both witness things moving and evolving at a pace we are not entirely comfortable with, and we are both guided by equal doses of love and fear.

I guess the only real difference is, somewhere in between those catastrophic mistakes and bad decisions, our fathers never lost faith – a quality that most twenty-something’s are still mustering. Because our dad’s have lived long enough to know that too much sunshine can make a desert.

So today is a day to be thankful for all the fathers in our lives; both the biological and the figurative, the ones that have passed and the ones who are still here. The men who have offered to help steer our ships in the right direction even if they get a little lost sometimes.

If there was anything I hoped to achieve when I started The Twenties Club it was to squash the belief that you are the only person who doesn’t know what they’re doing. And as it turns out, even the most heroic, brave, fearless and wise men we know, are still just figuring it out too.

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