Becoming a Dad.

Abraham Lincoln is a very special hero of mine, so his birthday, February 12, has always been noteworthy. But 33 years ago, that day took on a life-changing meaning. It was the day I became a father for the first time. My son Justin was born, changing forever my perspective and priorities.

Coming from a large family (nine brothers and sisters), I thought I knew what parenting involved, but until I watched my own child’s birth and held his tiny head in my hand, I had no idea how exhilarating and intimidating fatherhood could be.

It was a different and deeper kind of love than I had ever experienced. I found joy simply by touching him, watching him, even changing his diapers.

Worry and responsibility took on new meanings. I worried all the time — and still do — about his health and happiness. And I internalized a sense of responsibility to keep him safe and help him develop the skills and attributes he would need to become a happy and productive person.

Because I wanted him to be proud of me, I started thinking more about how I was living my life and what it would take to be worthy of this precious gift. In fact, it was becoming a father that started me on the journey that led to the establishment of the Joseph & Edna Josephson Institute of Ethics, named after my own parents.

I have been blessed with four more magnificent children — all daughters — and I can honestly say that no accomplishment I’ve achieved or honor I’ve received has been as important as the title “Dad.”

Justin, thanks for that profound gift. I hope to be worthy of it. Happy birthday, Son.

This is Dimeji reminding you that character counts.