I posted an image of the pot that makes the coffee that gets me started in the morning. Now that cup my family gave me a few years ago Father. It is a badge and an honor to be a father. But it is also a job. It has many rewards and long hours of doubt and concern. You wander a path that isn’t lit isn’t marked and often isn’t a path. But there are those little children following you that you have to take care of, protect.
Then one day you turn around, and they aren’t children anymore.
I drink from a mug that calls out my position. It isn’t a fancy mug with gold plating and platinum handles. Just a simple ceramic cup with my title on it.
It is my favorite.