(I love this poem. A big reason is because it reminds me of all the fun I had with my son when he was little. This was done with a backdrop of people judging me for being a very involved father. I did more than this stuff, but these were when it was play time. People seemed to think this stuff and working are all that fathers are good for. Not changing diapers, bottle feedings, waking up with the child, potty training, reading stories, cleaning, cooking, and the list keeps going. I don’t know. Maybe I should have added that to the poem, but it still works like this, right?)
Dads can be a jungle gym
Or a simple slide
Trampolines when they lie down
Ladders when they rise
Rollercoasters down the hall
And horses on the lawn
As the sun goes down they settle in
To be the couch or chair
On days where fun is had by all
They end it as a bed
Legends of Windemere 
Beautifully descriptive!
It’s sad that anyone would criticize a father for being involved with his child. There are millions of people who wish their dad was there to do the things described in this poem.
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It’s pretty sad and frustrating that it’s fairly common. People get on father’s cases for not being involved. Then, they’ll go after others for being ‘too involved’ or taking on the role of stay-at-home parent. I think the worst part was when we got together with other people who would talk to my ex-wife about how our son was growing. They would talk to her as if I wasn’t helping. Worst part is that she would stand there taking their praise and rarely told them I did anything.
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How sad.
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A sweet poem, Charles. I took a year off to be with my daughter in the first grade. It was wonderful.
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That’s great. Must have been a lot of fun.
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It certainly was.
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