Every day that I get to come home to see my son seems like a special day. On the longest, most-drawn out day, I do not mind coming home and spending an extra couple of hours getting him ready for bed or changing his dirty diapers.

Having a special day for me, Father’s Day, almost seems silly because I should be so lucky to have such a great kid, and family, in the first place.

When I imagined what it was going to be like as a father, I knew that there would be some tough nights and long days. Yes, I have had some trials in my short time as a father.

But everything is worth it when he smiles at me shortly after spitting up or peeing all over me after both he and I have just taken our respective bath and shower.

Since he was born, I have been spending a lot of time working which makes me feel guilty because 1) his mother rarely rests and 2) I feel that he is getting the short end of the stick by not seeing his Dad enough. However, we have our time together on his nightly feedings and diaper changing. Those are supposed to be the functional times together and should remain “boring.” But he and I try to get as much as we can out of those times. We share laughs and I tell him about my day. It is definitely as quality a time as you can get while knee-deep in poop.

In the end, I am so grateful to have my son and I feel like the bond that we are developing is why Father’s Day came about in the first place.