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My father showed me so much love. He showed my brother so much love. He just, he had a rough life. You know, he grew up in a boys home in the Bronx. He didn't really know his own family. So I couldn't hold it against him that he didn't know how to parent. He didn't know how to be the perfect husband. But he loved as much as he could.

I adored my father - I was more attached to him than anyone.

I was a really involved dad - not because I'm such a wonderful person. I like being a dad.

I wasn't anything special as a father. But I loved them and they knew it.

I think Dad didn't really treat us like children; he treated us more like little adults. We were good kids.

I loved my mother and father.

I had a great dad and we had a great relationship, but he's still a part of my life.

I loved my parents... but that can never change the fact that my father's violence ruined my childhood.

I wasn't against becoming a dad: I'd had a good childhood, as childhoods go, and as role models, my imperfect parents were as good as or better than most.

We learn much of parenting from our own parents. My love for my father deepened profoundly when he was kind, patient, and understanding.