Last month we paid tribute to a handful of phenomenal mothers in the Fredericksburg area. This month, we meet three dynamic dads—Steve Weber, Lamont Brown and Davy Fearon Jr. Each share their story of fatherhood and what it’s meant to them to have the privilege of raising children. 

As fathers, we want to instill character and value into our kids to prepare them for adulthood and the world ahead. On that note, I wanted to share one of my favorite poems about fatherhood. If you’ve never read this to your son (or sons), I encourage you to share this with them on Father’s Day. Make it a tradition if you choose.

If

by Rudyard Kipling

 

If you can keep your head when all about you 

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, 

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 

But make allowance for their doubting too; 

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, 

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, 

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master, 

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; 

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster 

And treat those two impostors just the same; 

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken 

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, 

And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 

And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 

And lose, and start again at your beginnings 

And never breathe a word about your loss; 

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 

To serve your turn long after they are gone, 

And so hold on when there is nothing in you 

Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch, 

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, 

If all men count with you, but none too much; 

If you can fill the unforgiving minute 

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, 

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, 

And - which is more - you’ll be a Man, my son!